The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger was heavy, its leather spine cracked and weeping a fine, grey powder that stained Elara Vane’s thumbprint a dull, bruised purple. She counted the pages, three hundred and twelve in total, each one stiff with the weight of soot and silence. At the center of the great hall in the Thorne Mill, the air was thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of the machinery...

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