The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hammer head struck the obsidian shard, and the sound was not a ring but a wet, tearing snap, like a knuckle breaking under a heavy boot. Elias stood on the edge of the Salt Flats, the wind whipping his tattered shirt against his ribs, his left arm raised high in a frozen arc of effort. The shard was fused to his forearm, a jagged wedge of black glass that pulsed with a cold, rhythmic heat...

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