The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. "Did you see it?" I asked. He nodded. We stood at the edge of the fog. The air smelled of ozone and old iron. This was the place between. The place where the world frayed. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a sergeant. I am no longer a sergeant. I am a man holding a coat. The coat was blue. Wool. Heavy. It had belonged to me. Or so I thought. It belonged to...

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