The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias counted the hours. Twelve since the seal was broken. Twelve since the static began to hum in his molars. He sat at the heavy oak desk in the vault, the air thick and cold against his skin, the only light coming from a single tallow candle that flickered with a low, electrical sputter. Before him lay the tools of his trade: a pair of silver tweezers, a drop of clear resin, a magnifying...

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