The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias. The word was shouted from the left, a jagged sound that tore through the howling wind of the pass. Elias did not turn. He could not. His legs were lead, his joints grinding against one another like ungreased hinges. The highwayman’s blade came down, heavy and clumsy, and Elias caught it with a shield made of rotting oak and will. The impact traveled up his arm, shattering something deep...

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