The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train coughed. It shuddered. Then it stopped. Silence fell. It was heavy. It was wet. Arthur Vane stood at the window. His reflection stared back. He wore a grey suit. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of coal smoke and old paper. He held a bag. It was brown. It was damp. Inside, the vials rattled. Glass against glass. A soft, sickening sound. The door opened. Cold air rushed in. It bit his...

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