The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You dream of the tower again. It is not a tower of stone, but of bone. It is the spine of the world, white and bleached, stretching into a sky the color of old ash. You are standing at the base, looking up. The air tastes of copper and wet wool. You know you should be afraid. You are not. You are only tired. The exhaustion is a physical weight, a lead apron draped over your shoulders, pulling...

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