The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dust in Oakhaven did not fall; it accumulated. It settled on the window ledges of the Archive, on the spines of the leather-bound ledgers, and on the shoulders of Elias Thorne, who sat at his desk with a chisel in his hand and a tremor in his wrist. Elias was forty, a man of precise habits and quiet desperation, and he had not slept in three days. In the tower above the city square, the...

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