The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Thorne. The word hung in the stale air of the workshop, a summons from the Guildmaster’s office that meant more than just a meeting; it meant the ledger was open, and the red ink of debt was bleeding through the paper. Elias stood before his bench, the smell of rust and turpentine clinging to his wool coat, while the morning light, thin and grey as dishwater, cut across the floorboards. He was...

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