The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The jar sits on the windowsill. It is glass, thick and green, filled with a dark, viscous sludge that smells of wet earth and iron. You do not remember putting it there. You do not remember drinking from it. But your lips are stained black, and your tongue tastes of copper. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are a scholar of folklore, or you were. Now you are a prisoner in a room that does not...

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