The Faded Dust
The air in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons Archival Restoration Laboratory did not smell of old paper, as one might expect, but of ozone and wet copper. It was a thick, metallic taste that coated the tongue, a lingering residue of the storm that had broken over the city three days prior, a tempest that had not merely rained but screamed. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a steel table, his...
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