The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The stone breaks. It happens in the dream first. You see it. The archway of the old Guildhall, once proud, now shuddering. Dust pours down like black snow. You wake. Your hands are shaking. You are a mason. You build. You repair. You do not break. But the city is sick. The fog rolls in from the river. It is thick. It tastes of rot and old iron. The plague is here. It does not come with fire. It...

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