The Faded Dust
The hammer fell with a crack that split the air, and the Guild Master’s face twisted in a sneer that you had memorized since childhood. You stood before the assembly, hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the accusation. Alderman Thorne pointed a crooked finger at you, his voice booming over the silent square. He claimed your father, dead these ten years, had...
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