The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The needle slipped. It bit into the thick wool of the sleeve, drawing a single, bright bead of blood that looked like a drop of rust. Elias did not flinch. His hands, mapped with the white scars of a hundred such accidents, remained steady. The room was a box of shadow and steam. The air tasted of lint and old iron. Outside, the rain hammered against the single, grime-streaked window. It was a...

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