The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sky above the foundry did not darken with night, but with a slow, suffocating accumulation of ash that fell like grey snow, coating the cobblestones and the iron gates in a fine, silent layer that tasted of sulfur and old rust. I stood at the threshold of the entrance, my uniform pressed and rigid, the brass buttons cold against my chest, watching the horizon where the smoke had swallowed...

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