The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

My fingers were black with soot, the ink from the quill stuck to the creases of my skin, and I was trying to catalog the last entry in the ledger of Lord Vane’s estate while the air in the room grew cold enough to see my breath. The archive was a damp, stone-throated place, deep beneath the city, where the light from the oil lamps wasnd around the corners of the shelves rather than reach them....

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