The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet iron and old blood. Elias Vane stood in the center of the muddy road, his boots sinking into the soft earth with a sound like a slow exhalation. He held the ledger in his left hand, the leather cover cracked and peeling, the pages swollen with moisture. It was a small thing, a book of debts and days, but it felt heavy as a stone against his...

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