The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The seal breaks. That is how it ends. Not with a scream, but with the quiet snap of wax against stone. You are standing in the courtyard of the King’s Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old iron. You are young. You are only twelve. You hold the broken piece of the royal crest in your hand. The red wax is cold now. It crumbles under your thumb like dry earth. Your father is...

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