The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar door groaned, a low, wooden complaint that seemed to vibrate in the bones of the stone walls. Thomas Ashworth stood in the damp dark, his hands trembling as he held the clay jar. It was heavy, heavier than it looked, and the air around it tasted of copper and old rain. He had come here to be punished, or perhaps to be saved. In the city of Oakhaven, where the shadows stretched long...

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