The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar smelled of wet earth and the sharp, metallic tang of iron, a scent that Elias Thorne had spent thirty years trying to wash from his skin. He sat on a wooden crate, his hands resting on his knees, fingers intertwined so tightly the knuckles had turned the color of old bone. Outside, the rain lashed against the single, high-set window, blurring the world into a gray smear of stone and...

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