The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ice was breaking. It did not shatter with a crash. It sighed. A long, low exhalation of white air that smelled of old iron and deep, cold water. Elias stood on the edge of the frozen river, his boots sinking slightly into the brittle crust. He watched the fracture widen. A spiderweb of grey veins spread across the surface, racing toward him. He did not run. He had come here to see it...

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