The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in Edinburgh does not wash; it erodes. It seeps into the stone, into the bone, into the spaces between your ribs. You stand on the balcony of the Whitehall Club, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and decaying leaves. Below, the city churns in a grey murk, the gas lamps flickering like dying stars. You are Colonel Elias Thorne. Or rather, you were. The title is a shell, hollowed...

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