The Faded Dust
The letter from the Foreclosure Agency lay on the wet stone floor, its edges curling inward like a dying leaf. Elias Thorne picked it up, the paper damp and soft against his shaking fingers, and read the final notice for the third time. The library in Millhaven, a place that had smelled of dust and old glue for thirty years, was to be sold on the first of November. He had one month to secure...
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