The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink was still wet on the ledger when Thomas Bradshaw noticed the smell of ozone, a sharp and electric scent that did not belong in the damp, coal-scented air of the mill office. He sat alone at his heavy oak desk, the only light coming from the single gas lamp that buzzed like an angry wasp in the corner, and he stared at the row of figures that had begun to swim before his eyes. Outside,...

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