The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Did you see the color of the lord’s lips this morning?" The question hung in the air, thick and damp, smelling of wet stone and old mold. Elias did not answer. He sat on the edge of his cot, the rough wool of his tunic scratching against his neck, and stared at the floor. The room was cold. A single candle burned low in the corner, its flame trembling as a draft slipped under the heavy oak...

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