The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron pot sat heavy in the center of the stone floor, its black surface reflecting the flickering torchlight of the keep. It was not merely a vessel for stew or soup, but a vessel of consequence, a mouth that swallowed the raw ingredients of duty and exhaled the smoke of judgment. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt more like a burden than a...

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