The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You missed the vein." The voice was thin. It came from the dark corner of the carriage. I didn’t look up. I was wiping my hands on a rag. The rag was red. It was already stiff with dried blood. "Maybe," I said. "Maybe it was a branch. A dead branch." "Dead things don’t bleed, Thomas." I looked at him then. Silas sat by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the night was a solid block of...

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