The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The watch ticked backward. Elias Thorne stared at the silver face, the second hand shivering counter-clockwise, a tiny, mechanical lie against the grain of time. He was forty-five, the sheriff of a town that had forgotten how to speak, and he was holding the only object in his house that still had a pulse. The office smelled of stale coffee and wet wool. Outside, the rain hammered against the...

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