The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The grey wool of the cloak hung heavy in Kaelen’s hands, stiff with a powder that had settled there over decades of service. He rubbed the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the grit that did not wash out, a residue that smelled faintly of iron and old rain. The light in the barracks was thin, the early morning sun struggling through the narrow arrow slits of Aethelgard, casting...

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