The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You’re late, Thorne. The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wooden thud that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s shoes. He stood in the antechamber of the Department of Historical Records, a space that smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias was forty years old, a man whose spine had curved slightly forward from years of hunching over ledgers, and he held a small, cracked...

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