The Faded Dust
The tray held four items: a roast leg of lamb, a loaf of white bread, a wedge of sharp cheddar, and a glass of red wine that smelled of iron and old oak. Elias Thorne counted them twice, his fingers hovering over the porcelain, then withdrew his hand as if the heat of the food might burn him. He was forty-two, a man who had once held the gavel that decided who lived in comfort and who lived in...
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