The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ash fell like grey snow, settling on the shoulders of Elias Thorne as he stood in the ruins of Oakhaven. He clutched the stone in his left hand, a jagged piece of obsidian that hummed against his palm, draining the warmth from his blood. It was a quiet stone, swallowing the wind and the creak of broken beams, creating a sphere of absolute silence around him. Elias was thirty-two, a border...

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