The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell tolled. Six. I wiped my hands. The leather gloves were stiff. Cold. The stone floor was cold. "You hear it too?" I did not look up. I cleaned the hilt. The steel was dark. The dust was thick. It coated the metal. It coated my skin. "I hear it, Thomas." Thomas stood by the door. He was thin. His face was pale. The light from the corridor was weak. It did not reach us. We were in the...

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