The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I woke with the taste of iron and old pennies in my mouth, the weight of the city’s silence pressing against my eardrums like deep water. The dream had been vivid, a sprawling labyrinth of stone corridors where the walls breathed with a faint, rhythmic pulse, and I was running, always running, with a key made of bone in my hand that felt too hot to hold. I blinked, the darkness of the cellar...

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