The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray membrane over the city of St. Jude. Inside the High Court, the air was still and thick with the scent of polished mahogany and old paper. Major Elias Thorne stood at the defense table, his spine a rigid line against the soft velvet of the chair. He was a man of fifty, though the war had aged him into something carved and brittle....

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