The Faded Dust
The screwdriver lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, its chrome handle slick with the faint, oily residue of a life spent tightening things that were meant to stay put. It was a simple instrument, a Phillips-head number two, but to Elias, who had spent twenty years calculating load-bearing capacities for bridges in the American Midwest, it was the last solid thing he owned. He sat in the sterile white...
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