The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The static hit me first, a cold pressure behind the eyes that tasted like copper and old pennies, as I stood before the rotting porch of the Miller house. I am Elias Thorne, Sheriff of Oakhaven, and I have twenty-two years on this badge, yet my hands shook so violently I could barely grip the brass knob, the wood feeling less like timber and more like skin stretched over a drum. The town’s...

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