The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain has stopped, but the air in Oakhaven still tastes of wet slate and old iron. You are Elias, fifty-two, and your hands are shaking. They shake because you are afraid. You are afraid of the winter solstice, three days away, and you are afraid of the Great Hall. You want to finish the restoration of the central pillar before the first snow seals the village. You want to prove that you can...

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