The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hits the glass with the persistence of a debt that will never be paid, drumming a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a warning, and you stand in the center of the sterile white room where the air smells of antiseptic and old paper, feeling the weight of the uniform that no longer fits your body but still clings to your memory like a second skin. You are not here to...

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