The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sky split open on a Tuesday. It was not a bolt of lightning. It was a tear. A jagged wound in the fabric of the air above the mill town of Oakhaven. Through the rift, a light poured down. It was the color of bruised plums. It smelled of ozone and old pennies. Elias stood in the mud. He was a man made of right angles. His uniform was gray wool, stiff with sweat. The brass buttons of his...

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