The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The vial sat on the shelf, a sliver of amber glass holding a liquid that seemed to breathe. It was 1912, and the winter air in Harrowgate was sharp enough to crack the skin, but inside the apothecary, the air was thick with the scent of camphor and decay. You are Arthur Vane, forty years old, and your hands do not tremble, though they should. Your sister Elara is dying. The cough rattles in her...

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