The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell on the city of St. Jude like a curtain of grey wire, obscuring the gaslights and the wet cobblestones. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop, watching the water bead and run down the glass. His hands were still. They had been still for three days. He held the object in his left hand. It was a pocket watch, brass, heavy with age. The casing was dull. The face was...

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