The Faded Dust
The seal was broken. It lay on the table. A circle of red wax, cracked down the middle. Inside, a sigil. A serpent eating its own tail. The wax had hardened. The room was silent. Thomas stared. His hands shook. He reached out. His fingers touched the wax. It was cold. Like stone. Like bone. He had been waiting. Years, he had been waiting. The letter had come that morning. No sender. No return...
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