The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The left hand of Captain Silas Thorne trembled, a fine, persistent vibration that he tried to suppress by pressing his knuckles against the mahogany desk. It was a small rebellion in the joint, a mechanical failure he could not explain to the men, nor to the woman waiting in the antechamber. The room smelled of beeswax and old paper, the scent of an institution that had outlived the men who...

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