The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall of the precinct smelled of roasting lamb and old sweat, a thick, cloying perfume that clung to the wool of your overcoat. You sat at the head of the long table, not because you were the captain, but because you were the only one who had not yet left. The crystal glasses caught the amber light of the chandeliers, refracting it into fractured, dancing stars on the mahogany....

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