The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The champagne tasted of copper and cold air. Elias Thorne stood by the marble pillar, his uniform pressed tight against a chest that felt hollowed out. He was thirty-four, a sergeant with a pension that amounted to nothing, and the governor’s banquet was a feast he could not afford to witness. The room hummed with the clinking of crystal and the low, oily laughter of men who owned the state....

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