The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The room smelled of roasted meat and old wood. Marcus sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. His hands were thick. They rested on the polished oak. They did not tremble. Across from him sat Elias. Elias was thin. He wore a suit that cost more than Marcus made in a year. His tie was silk. It was a deep, bruised purple. "Drink, Marcus," Elias said. His voice was soft. It was a...

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