The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train smelled of wet wool and old copper. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his hands folded tightly on his knees, the knuckles white against the dark fabric of his trousers. He was a man who had spent forty years cataloging the world, sorting its fragments into neat, glass cases, yet he felt entirely unsorted. The journey was short, a mere forty miles from the university...

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