The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The smell of burnt sugar and iron hung in the air of the old foundry, a scent that Elias Thorne had carried in his lungs for forty years, a heavy, sweet rot that clung to the back of his throat like a bad dream. He stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass, the droplets racing one another down the pane in a frantic, silent sprint, while inside, the silence was so loud it...

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