The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You wake in the silence of the corridor, and the air tastes of copper and old rain. This is not a place that exists on any map you have ever studied, though the walls are made of the same gray stone you remember from the barracks in Ashworth. The floor is slick with a substance that is not quite water, and it clings to your boots with a viscous, heavy pull. You are still wearing the uniform....

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