The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Imperial Archive did not smell of history, as the poets of the outer court liked to claim, but of damp stone, old varnish, and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that clung to the spines of thousand-year-old ledgers. Julian, twelve years old and sharp-angled with hunger, stood before the massive oak desk of Lord Vane, the Archivist, his hands trembling not from fear but from...

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