— where the real lives, and the polished dies.
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"Terrible things, Uncuts ," Silas said softly, taking the empty jar and wiping it out. "But necessary, sometimes."
"Be with you in a shake," a voice called out from the back. — where the real lives, and the polished dies
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Suddenly, Elias wasn't standing in a musty store anymore. He was cold. Bitterly, achingly cold. The rain was horizontal, slashing at his face. He was standing on the iron grid of the bridge. Just Wow
"I'm leaving," the Elias on the bridge said. His voice sounded alien to him—crueler, younger, terrified. "I can't do this. I can't be the person you want me to be."
Silas smiled, a rare, crooked expression. "Careful, Mr. Vane. Keep coming back for the Uncut , and eventually, you run out of past to relive."
"Mr. Vane," the man said, clicking the loupe up onto his forehead. "I wondered when you’d show up. The weather’s turning, isn't it? Nasty business, rain. Washes everything away."