The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell in the tower did not ring to summon the living, but to mark the passing of a century, a sound that hung in the air like a bruise, purple and swollen against the pale sky of the old city. I sat in the drafty sanctuary of the clock room, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom. I was twelve years old, or perhaps...

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