The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You are not to speak of the lines again. The words hung in the cold air of the municipal archive, sharper than the damp that seeped through the lath and plaster walls. Elias Thorne stood before the oak desk of Councilman Halloway, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, fingers digging into the wool of his coat. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last decade measuring the invisible...

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