The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The first mirror cracked before I spoke. It was a thin, spiderweb fracture that ran from the gilded frame to the floor, splitting the reflection of my own hunched shoulders. I stood in the throne room, clutching my satchel, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was Elias, thirty-two, a royal archivist of twelve years’ service, and I had come to destroy the kingdom. Or...

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