The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Grand Hall of the Ministry did not smell of power, nor of the polished mahogany that lined the walls in endless, suffocating rows, but of the slow, sweet rot of apricots left too long in the sun, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a guilty secret, a thick, cloying fog that obscured the sharp edges of the law I had sworn to uphold for thirty years, thirty years of...

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