The Faded Dust

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2026-08-20 10:18:02 -

The Faded Dust

The blade was red to the hilt. I held it tight. My knuckles were white. The air smelled of iron and wet earth. Thomas stood before me. He wore the grey tunic of the House. It was clean. Too clean. It shone like a new coin. "You have lost your mind," he said. His voice was calm. It was a flat line. I did not answer. I breathed in. I breathed out. We were in the Hall of Echoes. The walls were...

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