The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The invoice lay on the workbench, the ink still wet where the Guild Master’s seal had been pressed. It was a simple list of failures: three days of silence from the Great Clock, a missing apprentice, and a fine of fifty silver marks, payable by the winter solstice. I picked it up. The paper felt heavy, heavier than paper should be. It felt like a bone. I set it down and looked at the clock. It...

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