The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dust in Marguerite's flat did not settle—it danced. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the doorway of her Mayfair flat, the one she had vacated fourteen months ago and never returned to, and watched a column of golden motes spiral in the afternoon light that slanted through the half-closed Venetian blinds. The light came from a window that faced east, and in that east-facing glow every particle was...

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