The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Vane, stop fiddling with that piece of junk and look at the map. The walls are shaking, and if you do not tell me where the water line breaks, we are all dead men before noon. Elias did not look up from the brass instrument in his hands, his fingers tracing the engraved zodiac with a trembling precision that belied the panic rising in his throat. Thomas Bradshaw, his scribe and the only other...

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