The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that turned the spires of the Old Quarter into smudged watercolors, blurring the line between the stone and the sky in a way that made the world feel less like a place and more like a memory waiting to be erased. Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the High Chancellery, his hands resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the...

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