The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hall smelled of roasting pork and wet wool. It was a thick, suffocating scent, clinging to the rafters like a ghost that refused to leave. I stood by the hearth, my hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had gone cold an hour ago. The fire cracked. Sparks spiraled up into the darkness, dying as they rose. I watched them die. It was a familiar sight. I had seen fire die ten thousand times. I...

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