The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Thorne. Say it again. The word hung in the sterile air of the director’s office, suspended by the late afternoon light that cut through the blinds in sharp, accusatory bars. Elias Thorne did not move. He stood before the heavy oak desk, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the rough texture of his wool coat against his palms. Director Halloway sat behind the desk, a figure of bureaucratic...

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