The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cobalt powder was cold in your palm, gritty against the skin like fine sand mixed with ash. You held it up to the single candle flame in your cellar, watching the blue deepen to a violet so dark it seemed to pull the light into itself. You were Elias, thirty-two, and the master glazier of Oakhaven, and in your hands you held the only thing that mattered: the pigment that would finish the...

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