The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The leather grip of the sword was slick with the sweat of my palm, the worn hide giving way under the pressure of my thumb as I polished the blade in the dim, dust-choked armory. The steel sang a low, mournful note as the rag crossed it, a sound that seemed to swallow the silence of the room, leaving only the rhythmic scrape of friction and the distant, muffled thud of the castle’s heartbeat. I...

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