The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the dockyard into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the gas lamps. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his back to the churning, gray water, waiting for a ship that would take him to a life where the smell of coal dust no longer clung to his hair like a...

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