The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the bunker was thick, tasting of stale tobacco and wet stone. It was a smell that had seeped into your lungs so deeply that you could no longer distinguish the taste of your own breath from the atmosphere itself. You sat at the far end of the long, scarred oak table, your hands resting flat on the wood. The wood was cold. It always was. Above you, the concrete ceiling bore the weight...

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