The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rotunda of the Van Helsing estate smelled of stale wax and old money. You stood there, twelve years old, your small hands gripping the railing of the balcony, feeling the vibration in your teeth before you heard the sound. It was a low thrum, a localized pressure that sat heavy in the air, visible only as a slight distortion in the gilded light. Silas, the butler, stood a few paces away,...

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