The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Thorne, Elias Thorne, come here, the voice of the auctioneer cut through the cacophony of the room, sharp and demanding, slicing through the thick, stale air that smelled of beeswax, old paper, and the metallic tang of anxiety. Elias stood at the center of the chaos, a fifty-two-year-old estate assessor whose tweed jacket was already stained with the dust of the manor, his eyes fixed not on the...

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