The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The silence in the archive room was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a thick, amber resin in which the past had been preserved for decades, waiting to harden around the living. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the open crate, his hand hovering over the jagged shards of blue ceramic, feeling the weight of his own reflection in the dust that coated his uniform, a mirror that showed him not...

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