The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron gates of Blackwood Hall did not close; they severed. As I stepped onto the gravel drive, the heavy iron bars swung shut with a metallic shriek that vibrated in my teeth, a sound less like metal grinding against metal and more like a bone snapping under the weight of a carriage. I stood frozen, my breath held in my throat, watching the dust settle from the hinges, a fine gray mist that...

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