The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire started in the west wing, but by the time you saw the smoke curling from the eaves, the whole cathedral was already screaming. It was not a sound you heard with your ears, but with your teeth, a grinding vibration that rattled the marrow of your bones. You stood in the nave, surrounded by the smell of melting wax and ancient dust, watching the flames lick at the timber ribs of the...

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