The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Chapter One "You’re late again, and the ink is drying in the wrong places," the High Inquisitor said, his voice flat as the frozen river outside the window. Marcela Vesely stood by the radiator, which knocked a rhythmic, metallic warning against the pipes, a sound that had worn a groove into her sleep for three winters. She was thirty years old, a technician of the wind farm on the ridge, but...

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