The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The chandelier above the ballroom floor cast a fractured, prismatic light that seemed to dance with a malevolent intent, reflecting off the polished mahogany and the crystal stems of the champagne flutes held by the city’s elite. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dance floor, his fingers working the stem of his glass with a tension that bordered on spasm, his eyes fixed not on the...

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