The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the fog like a blade of red light. It started in the boiler room of the St. Jude’s Municipal Archive, where the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and burning oil. Thomas Bradshaw, the senior archivist, stood on the upper gallery, his hands trembling as he watched the flames lick the ceiling beams. The building, a...

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