The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias’s hand tightened around the iron railing, his knuckles white against the cold metal, as the boiler room shuddered beneath his feet with a rhythm that felt less like machinery and more like a slow, arrhythmic heartbeat. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against his chest, his throat, the hollows of his ears, carrying with it the metallic taste of old blood and coal dust. He had been...

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