The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale beer. It was a thick, cloying scent, heavy with the sweat of men who had worked hard and earned well. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the corner, his back against the cold brick. He watched the feast. The lights were gas, hissing softly in their brass cages. They flickered. The shadows danced on the walls like nervous ghosts. Thomas did not dance. He...

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