The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Ward tasted of copper and old paper. It was a taste that settled in the back of the throat, thick and metallic, like the residue of a long argument. Major Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the sterile white room, his uniform pressed tight against his chest. He did not move. He did not blink. He held the small, heavy object in his palm. It was a coin. Not a minted piece of...

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