The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The parchment lay on the obsidian table, its edges curled like dead leaves. I signed it with a hand that did not tremble, though the ink stained the cuticles of my left thumb black. It was a simple document, a warrant for the execution of Lord Vane, my former commander, for the crime of treason. The room was the Antechamber of the High Court, a space of gilded rot where the air hung thick with...

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