The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You kept it," the woman said, her voice thin as wire, cutting through the humid, recycled air of the waiting room. She did not look at you directly. Her eyes were fixed on the floor tiles, where a pattern of cracked grey linoleum seemed to ripple with every heavy footstep that passed over it. You sat in the plastic chair, the one that creaked under your weight, and you held the object in your...

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