The Book of Dust
Elias lived in a town that had forgotten the name of the wind. It was a place of grey dust and rusted iron, where the sky was the color of a bruised plum. People here didn't talk about the "Before"; they only talked about the "Now," which consisted of finding enough synthetic protein to survive another Tuesday. Elias was a scavenger. He spent his days digging through the landfills of the old...
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