The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The debt was three hundred silver marks. You counted them out on the stone floor, the coins clicking together with a dry, hollow sound that seemed too loud in the vast, cold silence of the hall. Lord Vane stood at the far end, his back to you, watching the servants haul the last of the grain sacks into the storehouse. He did not turn. He did not need to. His silence was a weight heavier than...

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