The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hall smells of roasted boar and old wood. You are standing in the corner. Your hand is tight around the hilt of your sword. The steel is cold against your palm. You feel the vibration of the feast through the floorboards. It hums. It shakes your bones. There is a child. He is sitting on the floor. He is small. He is dirty. He is holding a bowl. The bowl is clay. It is cracked. Inside is...

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