The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The key is rusted, Elias, and it will not turn. You stand in the threshold of the granary, the iron bit slick with your own sweat, the metal biting into the palm of your hand as you twist with all the strength left in your shoulders. The air inside is thick, heavy with the smell of damp straw and the sweet, cloying scent of rot that rises from the floorboards. It is the smell of a thing that...

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