The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bill of sale lay on the wet wooden table, its ink blurring at the edges where the harbor fog had seeped through the window. I stared at the final line, the figure for the remaining debt owed to Lord Blackwood, and felt the weight of it settle in my gut like a swallowed stone. Thirty-four years old, and I was still a man owned by another’s ledger. The port of Vane smelled of iron and rot, a...

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