The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The glass vial trembled in Elias Thorne’s hand, a tiny, perfect cylinder of amber liquid catching the harsh fluorescent light of the basement archive. He was forty-two years old, and his fingers, usually steady enough to bind fragile manuscripts, were slick with sweat. The Meridian Institute’s annual auction was three days away, and the provenance of the *Sanguis Memoriae* tincture was the...

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