The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mud was thick enough to swallow a boot whole. Silas Vane did not feel the cold seeping into his bones, nor the weight of the iron pike in his hands. He felt only the rhythm of the strike, the dull thud of wood against the shield wall of the town guard. They were men in blue wool, their faces hidden behind visors of tarnished steel. Silas was not a man in blue wool. He was a man in a torn...

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