The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The solstice feast in the Hall of Records was not a celebration but a tribunal of the living, where the air hung thick with the scent of beeswax and the stale, metallic taste of fear. Elias Thorne stood at the periphery of the mahogany table, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the collar of his grey wool suit, his eyes fixed on the Director’s chair which sat empty, awaiting the...

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