The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

In the damp throat of King’s Hall, I held a piece of parchment so thin it was nearly translucent, my fingers stained with the grey dust of the archive and the red of a split lip, while the silence of the corridor pressed against my eardrums like deep water. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and I was forty years old, a guard of the crown who had served since the time of the old King, when the...

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