The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Is it warm enough?" Elias adjusted the collar of his wool coat. The fabric was rough against his throat. It was a thick, dark grey thing. It smelled of lanolin and old smoke. It was his. He had worn it for ten years. Now he wore it in the Archive. The Archive was not a place on any map. It existed in the space between seconds. It was a vast, white room. The floor was made of polished bone. The...

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