The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air tasted of copper and rot. Elias stood alone in the center of the vast, sterile hall. The floor was black marble. It reflected his face. A stranger stared back. The eyes were hollow. The hands were still. He moved his finger. The reflection did not. A cold dread settled in his gut. It was the taste of iron. He closed his eyes. The machine hummed. A low, vibrating thrum. It lived in the...

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