The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Look at you. Covered in soot. Smelling of sulfur and lies." The voice was not mine. It was the voice of the Magistrate, though I was not in his courtroom. I was in the workshop. My hands were black. The glass beads on the loom crunched under my boot. "I am a maker," I said. My voice was thin. It broke. "I do not lie. I make." "Lies," the Magistrate repeated. He stood by the door. He wore...

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