The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the archive did not smell of dust, but of ozone and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue like a bad penny. He stood before the glass case, his fingers hovering inches from the surface, trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the thing inside. It was a sparrow, pinned to a square of dark velvet, its wings spread in a posture...

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