The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire in the square had not yet caught, but the smell of it was already thick, a dry, acrid bite that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood at the edge of the cobblestones, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, watching the sick huddled in the straw. The town of Oakhaven was silent, a silence that felt heavy and wet, like the air before a storm breaks. Elias was thirty...

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