The Faded Dust
The departure had been quiet, a thing of whispered goodbyes and the heavy, wet smell of rain on the cobblestones, until the boy noticed that the shadow he cast did not move when he did. Elara stood at the edge of the village, her hands clenched around the strap of her satchel, watching her younger brother, Julian, who was already three steps ahead of her. She knew something was wrong before she...
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