The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall of Aethelgard did not smell of roasted boar or spiced wine, as the chronicles of the old world promised, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lingering cough. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands trembling slightly as I polished the hilt of a sword that did not belong to me, watching the light fracture through the...

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