The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The count was simple. Three hundred steps down. Two hundred feet of stone. One breath held. Elias Thorne counted them in his head, a metronome of survival, each step a hammer blow against the damp floor of the cellar. He was thirty-two, a sergeant in Lord Vane’s guard, and he had been promised a promotion, a house, and a name that meant something, provided he killed the traitor hidden in the...

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