The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The brass gear slipped from your tweezers, landing with a dull, finality that seemed to echo louder than it had any right to, and you watched it roll into the shadows beneath the workbench where the light from the single electric bulb could not reach. You were forty-five years old, Elias Thorne, and your hands, which had once possessed the steady precision of a surgeon, now trembled with a...

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