The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, treacherous mirror where the gas lamps bled their weak, amber light into the wet pavement, and it was in this suffocating, damp silence that Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, holding a small, tarnished brass key in his hand, feeling the cold metal bite...

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