The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The tip of the burin bit into the copper plate with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne did not pull his hand back, though the vibration traveled up his forearm and settled in the hollow of his elbow, a dull, throbbing ache that had become so familiar it felt less like pain and more like a second pulse. He was forty-five years old, and the smell of the workshop was the smell of rust...

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