The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You stand in the corridor. The air tastes of copper and old paper. The floor is cold. Your boots echo. Tap. Tap. Tap. You are a man of duty. You are a shield. You are the wall between the light and the dark. Or so they say. The door ahead is heavy. Oak. Bound in iron. It does not creak. It holds its breath. You knock. Three times. Firm. Precise. "Enter," a voice says. It is thin. Distant. Like...

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