The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire started at three in the morning, a sudden exhalation of heat that turned the dark sky into a bruised purple. You are Elias Thorne, and you are dying, though not yet. You stand in the courtyard, the cold November air biting at your lungs, watching the flames lick the eaves of St. Jude’s Orphanage. The building is a beast, breathing smoke, its windows glowing like the eyes of trapped...

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