The Faded Dust
The grey powder clings to the glass. You wipe it away, but it returns, thicker by the hour. This is the Faded Dust, the sign of the wasting sickness that has taken hold of Thomas Ashworth, the mayor’s son. You are Elara, thirty-two, and in the village of Oakhaven, your hands are stained with dirt and suspicion. The villagers do not see a healer; they see a witch who brews potions from...
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