The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and rotting iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the massive oak doors of Lord Vane’s manor, his knuckles split and bleeding, the red mixing with the mud on the cobblestones. He was twelve, small for his age, with eyes that had seen too much of the world’s cruelty. His sister Elara was inside. They had taken her...

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