The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias. The name hangs in the air, cold and sharp, like a hook waiting for meat. You dream of it. In the dream, the walls of your laboratory breathe, the plaster softening into wet flesh, and the glass vials on the shelves rattle with a sound like teeth chattering. You are forty-two years old. You are a master apothecary in Oakhaven. You want to save your brother Thomas. Thomas is coughing...

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