The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It drummed against the glass of the carriage window, blurring the city into a smear of grey and slate. Eleanor sat rigid. Her spine was a rod of steel. She did not look at the wet street. She looked at her hands. They were pale. They were still. The city of London breathed around her. It was a beast. It ate time. It ate people. She was a clerk. She was a shadow...

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