The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain does not fall so much as it seeps, a grey, insistent mist that clings to the glass of the office window where you sit, watching the city dissolve into a smear of wet concrete and blurred neon, and you realize with a sudden, cold clarity that you are no longer the man who signed the documents for the demolition of the old quarter, for the ink on the paper is not black but a fading,...

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