The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The heavy iron key sat cold and slick in Arthur Vane’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of turning locks in the damp dark. He flexed his fingers, watching the metal catch the grey light of the mine office, and for a second the object seemed to vibrate against his skin, a low, humming frequency that matched the ache in his chest. Outside, the clatter of the tipple wheels on the tracks...

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