The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The key is heavy in your hand. It feels like a piece of cold iron, a tooth pulled from a dead dog. You stand on the porch of the old Whitmore estate, the rain slicking your jacket. Inside, the house breathes. It is a slow, rhythmic exhalation of damp wood and dust. You are here to find the truth. Or at least, that is what you tell yourself. You are here to find the missing ledgers. To expose...

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