The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink on my fingers was still wet when I realized the Guild had not just rejected my manuscript; they had erased it. I sat in the dim, vaulted silence of the Oakhaven Archive, the smell of damp stone and old vellum thick in my throat, staring at the blank page where my life’s work had been. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, an archivist of modest renown in this fog-choked village, and...

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