The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Roland Thibodeaux. The name was not a call, but a warning, stripped of any human warmth. It hung in the damp air of the inner courtyard, heavy and cold, spoken by no mouth. You stood in the mud, your boots sinking into the slurry that had once been the keep’s flagstone, and you waited for the night to end. You wanted only to see your brother, to feel the solid, living weight of him against your...

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