The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink on the parchment has dried, but the stain remains, a dark, weeping bruise on the skin of the vellum, much like the silence that now settles over the hall of the Merchant Guild in Whitmore. You sit at the edge of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, the fingers of your left hand twitching slightly, a nervous rhythm that betrays the stillness you so carefully maintain around...

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