The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Foundry District tastes of rust and ozone. It coats your teeth. You are a man of the Bureau of Anomalous Containment. Your uniform is gray. It is stained with soot. You have been here for twelve years. You do not sleep well. You do not dream. You only watch. The gates are iron. They are thick. They are cold. Beyond them lies the Substrata. Not a place. A state. A mistake in the...

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