The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The pill was red. It sat on the nightstand, a small bead of dried blood in the gray light. Elias stared at it. The room smelled of stale coffee and damp wool. He picked it up. It felt heavy. Cold. Like a stone from a riverbed. "Take it, Elias." The voice was in his head. Not a whisper. A command. It sounded like his captain. Or maybe his father. It didn't matter. The voice was the system. The...

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