The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey curtain that dissolved the boundary between the street and the sky, turning the cobblestones of the old district into a mirror for the gaslights that flickered with a dying, sputtering life. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the platform, his hands gloved in leather that had long since lost its softness, becoming hard and cold as the...

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