The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar beneath the Thorne estate smelled of wet limestone and the sweet, cloying rot of old wood, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the specific, metallic taste of his own blood. He sat on a crate that had once held wine, his knees drawn up to his chest, clutching a porcelain mirror no larger than a dinner plate, its frame chipped and blackened by years of damp. The...

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