The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream had no floor. Only the black water. And the boat. Rowan stood at the stern, his hands white-knuckled on the tiller. The wood was slick. Wet with something that was not quite rain. "Look," he said. His voice was small. A bubble in the dark. The figure at the bow did not look. It only waited. The mist curled around the gunwales. It smelled of iron. Of old blood. "Who are you?" Rowan...

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