The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink bled up the page like sap rising in a winter tree, and Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he pressed the nib into the parchment. He was thirty-two, a scribe of the Guild of Oakhaven, and his fingers were stained black to the second knuckle, a permanent mark of his trade and, now, his theft. In the corner of his vision, his shadow did not match the angle of the light from the oil lamp. It...

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