The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell with a persistent, gray rhythm against the slate roof of the Mill House, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow grinding of his own guilt. He stood by the window, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the river below churn and swell. The water was brown and angry, carrying debris from...

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