The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude’s was a cavern of brass and velvet, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old money. Professor Arthur Penhaligon sat at the head of the table, a solitary figure in a sea of gilded cutlery and clinking crystal, his hands resting flat on the white tablecloth as if trying to anchor...

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