The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ale was dark and heavy, settling in the clay jug with a sound like wet sand. Elias counted the cups. Twelve. Twelve men around the table, twelve heavy hands resting on the wood, and twelve pairs of eyes watching him. He was forty years old, and his hands were shaking. The Guild Master, a man named Thorne whose beard was the color of iron filings, raised his mug. The room went quiet. Not the...

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