The Faded Dust
Chapter One Fritz LaCour was twelve years old and he had a splinter in his left thumb that he refused to pull out because it was the only thing connecting him to the wood of the archive. The dust in the Imperial Court’s sealed basement was not merely dirt; it was a suspended atmosphere, a gray fog that settled in the crevices of the stone and the pores of the skin, carrying the scent of dried...
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