The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cough had become the only honest thing in our house, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to tear at the fabric of the air itself, and I, Elias Thorne, chandler of Oakhaven, had spent the last of my silver on a remedy that smelled of rot and ozone. It was the winter of 1342, and the frost lay thick on the cobblestones of the town square, but inside the shop of Silas the alchemist, the heat was...

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