The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The heavy, oil-slicked silence of the foundry at 3:00 AM possessed a texture that was less of an absence of sound and more of a dense, viscous substance, thick enough to choke the lungs of the machines and the men who tended them, where Elias Thorne stood with his back to the roaring furnaces, his spine a rigid column of steel and sorrow, watching the slow, inevitable erosion of his own body in...

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