The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train stopped with a groan that shook the dust from the rafters of the station. Elias stood by the platform edge, his hand resting on the cold iron railing. He did not look at the clock. He did not need to. The time had been fixed long before the whistle blew, long before the paperwork was signed, long before the world decided that his life was a calculation of costs and benefits. Elias was...

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