The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The needle slid into the meat of Elias Thorne’s cheek, and the pain was not a sharp sting but a dull, grinding pressure, like a stone being rolled across gravel in his skull. He woke with his mouth full of the taste of iron and old blood, the sheets tangled around his legs, the ceiling of the hospital room a blur of water-stained plaster. It was four in the morning, the hour when the...

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