The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The Spire groaned. It was a sound like a bone snapping under a hammer, deep and wet, vibrating through the soles of my boots. I stood on the scaffold, forty-two years old, my hands bleeding from the rough-hewn limestone. Below me, the city of Oria slept under a blanket of snow, but in my cellar, Elara was waking. The Rot was in her lungs, a black mold spreading through the delicate tissue, and...

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