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## The Archive of Dust The Great Dust Bowl of the 1930s didn't just swallow the land; it swallowed hope. In the town of Oakhaven, the horizon was a permanent wall of ochre grit, and the wind sounded like the screaming of a thousand ghosts. The sky had become a ceiling of suffocating brown, and the sun was a pale, sickly disc that provided heat but no light. People lived in a state of perpetual...
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