The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell on London like a grey curtain, heavy and indifferent. It soaked into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood on the platform at Victoria, watching the tracks. A red dot of light pulsed in the distance. A train was coming. Or leaving. It did not matter. The city was a machine of steel and steam, grinding the soul into powder. Elias held his breath. He counted the seconds. One....

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