The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The blood was not red. It was the color of rusted iron, thick and viscous, seeping into the floorboards of the study. Elias Thorne stood over the body of Mr. Blackwood, the industrialist who had bought half the city’s soul and the rest of its silence. The air in the room was still, heavy with the scent of old paper and copper. Elias did not tremble. His hands were steady, though his heart...

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