The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hour was the forty-second, the forty-third, and the forty-fourth, each one weighing heavier than the last as Elias Thorne counted the flickering flames of the tallow candles, his fingers blackened by soot and the damp cold that seeped through the stone walls of the archive, a cold that did not merely chill the skin but seemed to settle in the marrow, a physical weight that pressed against...

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