The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Thorne, you are bleeding. The voice belonged to Dr. Vane, though it was not the voice of the man who had once guided Elias through the herbarium at Oxford, smelling of pressed lilies and old paper. It was a voice scraped raw by smoke and exhaustion, emerging from the tent’s gloom where the air tasted of iron and wet wool. Elias looked down. His left hand was smeared with a dark, viscous fluid...

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