The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron bars of the watchtower groan against the stone, a sound like a dying beast clearing its throat, and you stand in the center of the circular room with your hands bound behind your back by wet leather that has begun to bite into the skin, the dampness of the castle walls seeping into your bones despite the heavy wool of your tunic which now feels less like a uniform and more like a...

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