The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I dreamt of the gate. It was made of iron. It did not open. I stood before it for years. My boots rotted. I could not move. The dream was a cage. I woke in the carriage. The wheels shook. The rain hit the glass. I sat up. My heart hammered. I was in London. It was 1899. I was a merchant. I sold wool. I was also a spy. Or so I thought. My name is Thomas. I was forty. I had grey in my beard. I...

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