The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the cellar smelled of wet brick and old iron, a heavy, industrial scent that clung to the back of my throat like a cough I could not expel. I sat on a crate of rusted gears, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had descended upon the workshop. For three days, the rain had beaten against the high, slitted windows above, a rhythmic,...

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