The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hall of the manor house in the deep English countryside was a cavern of shadows and candlelight, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the underlying, metallic tang of old blood. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the polished wood, feeling the cold grain beneath his fingertips as if it were the only solid...

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