The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat lay on the table, a heavy thing of charcoal wool, its lapels worn thin as parchment. It was not a garment anymore, in the truest sense, but a shell, a husk of the man who had once worn it with such arrogant precision. Elias Vane sat opposite it, his hands folded on the wood grain, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the workshop window. He...

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