The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The vial was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a sliver of glass holding a liquid that moved with the sluggish, heavy intent of oil. He stood alone in the center of the keep’s lowest chamber, the stone walls pressing in so close he could feel the dampness seeping into his wool tunic. Outside, the wind howled against the sealed gates, a sound like a beast trying to claw its way through the iron....

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