The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink on my ledger was always wet, a viscous black fluid that seemed to bleed into the grain of the paper, a constant, quiet reminder of the debt I owed to the world. I was not a man, though I wore the suit of a clerk, and I did not sleep, though I sat at my desk until the gaslights in the office of Halloway & Sons flickered out in the small hours. My name, if it could be called that, was...

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