The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink bit into my skin before the quill touched the parchment. It was a hot, wet sting, like a brand pressed to the flesh, and I did not flinch. I am Elias, thirty-two, and for the last ten years I have been the Guild’s ghost, a scribe whose hands are deemed tainted by my father’s exile. They let me work because they need the words copied, but they do not let me live. I am in the cellar of...

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