The Faded Dust
The dust did not settle in the valley of Aeloria; it floated, a perpetual, golden mist that hung in the air like the suspended breath of the gods, thick and sweet and cloying, coating the inside of our lungs with a fine, glittering powder that tasted of old honey and forgotten names, and as I stood on the precipice, looking down into the swirling maelstrom of the lower city, I felt the weight...
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