The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream was always the same. A blade, snapped in two, lying in the mud. Elias woke with the cold weight of it in his hand, the rusted steel biting into his palm despite the fact that the object was only a memory. He was forty-two years old, and his fingers were still strong enough to crush the hilt, but the strength did not feel like his. It belonged to his father, who had died with the sword...

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