The Faded Dust
The carriage wheels groaned against the wet cobblestones of the city, a rhythmic, mechanical complaint that seemed to mirror the dull, persistent ache in Elias Thorne’s left knee. It was a pain that had become a resident, a silent tenant who had moved into his body years ago and never paid rent, settling into the joint with a permanence that felt indistinguishable from his own bones. Elias sat...
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