The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, reflective mirror where the gaslights bled their orange glow into the wet asphalt. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the drawing room, his back to the large, arched window, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, monotonous clatter that seemed to...

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