The Faded Dust
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the dust slick and heavier, turning the cobblestones of the High Street into a mirror for the grey, leaden sky. Elias stood at the edge of the town square, his breath pluming in the cold air, watching the magistrate’s carriage pull away from the stone office, the wheels churning the mud. He had gone there with a ledger in his coat...
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