The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had stopped, but the air in the manor still tasted of wet stone and old iron. You stood by the hearth, the fire dying down to a bed of embers that glowed with a faint, persistent heat. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had become a loose thread in the fabric of your days, pulled tight only by the duty that bound you to this house. You were the steward, the warden, the man...

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