The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, papery hiss that seemed to suck the air from the room, leaving behind a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on the chest. Elias Thorne stood in the center of what had been his workshop, a space that had once smelled of sawdust, linseed oil, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh steel. Now it smelled only of ash and the sweet, cloying rot...

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