The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The count of the shards took forty minutes. You stand in the High Court, your boots sinking slightly into the marble as the dust settles around your ankles. The air smells of wet stone and old blood, a scent that clings to the back of the throat. Before you lies the shattered stained-glass window, a mosaic of blue and gold fragments that once depicted the King’s lineage. Now they are just...

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