The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the joints of his knees, a physical weight that mirrored the thirty years of silence he had carried. He stood in the center of the square, the wet cobblestones slick beneath his boots, his hand wrapped tightly around the brass compass that hung from a...

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