The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bus idled at the edge of the town, its diesel engine coughing a grey plume into the cold October air. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his knees pressed against the bench, his hands resting on the leather satchel at his feet. It was a heavy bag. He had packed it himself, item by item, with the precision of a man assembling a bomb or a gift. Inside lay the uniform. Not the one he had worn for...

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