The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream is always the same, a visceral intrusion of oil and bone that pulls you from the shallow sleep of the early morning hours, leaving you gasping in the dark of your workshop in Millhaven, the air thick with the scent of stale brass and the lingering ghost of turpentine. You are fifty-two, Elias Thorne, and your hands, once steady enough to calibrate the heartbeat of a hairspring, now...

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