The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The first punch landed on a cheek that felt less like flesh and more like wet paper, tearing through the illusion of solidity that the cold air outside the embassy had promised. Marcus stood in the center of the garden, his knuckles split and bleeding, the red seeping into the white cotton of his shirt as he tried to find his footing on the slick stone. Around him, the manicured hedges of the...

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