The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hall smelled of roasted nuts and old wood. It was a grand place, the kind of stone structure that seemed to grow out of the hillside, heavy with the weight of centuries. Margaret stood by the door, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. She had not come for the party. She had come for the money. And the money was in the hands of a man who did not know her name. Her left hand...

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