The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hall smelled of wax and old paper. Dr. Elias Thorne stood before the glass case. Inside sat the relic. A ceramic shard. Blue glaze. Cracked. He adjusted his glasses. The light was too bright. "It’s not what you think," said Sarah. She stood beside him. Her coat was damp. Rain on the shoulders. Elias did not look at her. He looked at the crack. The fracture line ran deep. Like a vein. "We...

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