The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The parchment was damp. You held it up to the guttering tallow, the ink bleeding into a brown smear that looked less like a name and more like a bruise. It was a list. A requisition for grain, signed by the city’s magistrates. You refused to sign the bottom line. Your finger hovered over the wax seal, trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the clay shard in your other hand. It was...

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