The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The looms in the town of San Miguel clattered with the rhythm of a heartbeat that had long since stopped, and the air smelled of wet wool and the copper tang of the salt flats beyond the ridge. Rafael Iturbe stood in the blacksmith’s yard, the cold forge heat biting at his palms, while the shadow of the anvil stretched across the stone like a long, dark tongue. He was the imperial salt...

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