The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, glistening smear that smelled of iron and gallnuts, when the door to the Inquisitor’s chamber swung open with a force that shook the dust from the high rafters. I stood there, my hand still trembling from the act of writing, the cracked clay tablet pressed against my chest like a cold stone heart. The room was vast and silent, a silence so heavy...

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