The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger was cold, its leather cover cracked like dry earth, and Elias held it in hands that still trembled from the shock of the blade. The blood on the page was old, brown and rusted, but the ink was fresh, black and wet, recording a debt that had not yet come due. He was sixteen, the heir to Ashworth Manor, and he had just watched his father die not by the sword, but by the house itself....

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