The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The room was not a room, but a hollowed-out space where the air tasted of copper and old rain, and we were gathered around a table that seemed to be made of compressed twilight. It was a feast, or what passed for one in this place that existed between the ticking of a clock and the next. I sat across from Julian, my brother, who looked thinner than I remembered, his face a map of the sickness...

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