The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had stopped, but the air in the alleyway behind the old apothecary still held the dampness of a bruise. Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back against the cold brick, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the puddles on the cobblestones ripple with the weight of passing boots. He was not supposed to be there. He was not supposed to be asking questions. Yet here he was, a man of...

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