The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in the valley did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the mud of the courtyard into a mirror that reflected the gray, indifferent sky above. I stood by the stone wall, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my sword, feeling the cold iron bite into my palm, a familiar ache that had long since become a part of my own anatomy. It was midday, the hour when the...

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