The Faded Dust
The dust in the library did not merely settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a fine, gray nebula that caught the slant of afternoon light and turned it into something holy and terrible, a visibility that made Elias Vance feel as though he were breathing in the pulverized remains of every lie ever spoken within these stone walls, and he stood there, his hand hovering over the spine...
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