The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The light was bad in the office, a gray smear that made the ink on the ledger look like dried blood. "You’re forty-two, Elias," Mara said, not looking up from the topographic chart she was rolling. "The Guild doesn’t pay for age. They pay for accuracy. Can you deliver a survey of the Kael Valley in four days, or should I keep looking for a man with steady hands?" I adjusted the silver compass...

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