The Faded Dust
The fluorescent lights in the municipal archives hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of my bones, a low, persistent drone that I had learned to ignore over the last three years of my tenure as the junior investigator for the Department of Urban Integrity, a department that existed on paper and in the minds of its staff but which the city at large had long since...
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