The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain struck the high windows of the Royal Institute with a force that sounded like shrapnel, a relentless, percussive assault that shook the dust from the vault’s ceiling. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, forty-two years old and trembling, his fingers wrapped around the Obsidian Lens. It was a small, cold thing, no larger than a pocket watch, but it held a weight that seemed to...

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