The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train hissed. A long, low moan that shook the floorboards. Elias sat by the window. Glass was cold. Outside, fog swallowed the fields. He watched his reflection. It looked thin. Older. A man made of wire and dust. He was a restorer. Wood, mostly. Old oaks. Mahogany. Things that screamed with rot. He fixed them. He gave them a second life. Or so he told himself. The station was a mouth. It...

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