The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The chain was cold. It bit into Elias’s wrists. Not with pain, at first. But with a dull, persistent ache. A reminder. He stood in the center of the hall. The stone floor was cold. His breath misted. The house was old. Older than him. The beams groaned above. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They were silent. They watched. Elias looked down. He wore a tunic. It was gray. It had been...

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