The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in this part of the city does not wash things clean but rather grinds them into a slurry of soot and despair, a thick, grey paste that settles into the cracks of the cobblestones and the pores of your skin, and you sit in the center of the room, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper, your hands resting on the edge of the table where the great clock lies in pieces, its...

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