The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream always begins with the smell of lavender and rot, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of the throat like dried blood. I am standing in the corridor outside the Queen’s private chambers, my hands trembling as I reach for the brass handle, only to find my fingers passing through the metal as if it were smoke. Then the corridor stretches, the walls peeling away to reveal the...

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