The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger lay in Elias Thorne’s hands, its leather cover cracked and soft as wet clay, smelling of mildew and the old, sweet rot of binding glue. He was forty-two, a man whose face had been smoothed by decades of careful silence, and he held the book with a reverence that bordered on fear. The Order of the Silent Stone did not allow for such reverence, only for procedure, and Elias knew that...

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