The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The knot was tight. Elias Thorne’s fingers, rough and mapped with the topography of twenty years in the field, worked at the wool until the fabric frayed. It was a scarlet scarf, once vibrant, now a dull, dried-blood rust that clung to his neck like a second skin. He pulled it loose, the wool scratching against the sensitive skin of his throat, and held it up to the pale light of his kitchen....

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