The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, black mirrors that reflected the grimy soot of the factories above, and I stood at the window of my cramped office, watching the grey water drip down the glass in a steady, relentless rhythm that felt less like weather and more like the slow, deliberate draining of the city’s soul. I am Elias...

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