The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream was of water. Not the clean, cold rush of a mountain stream, but a thick, brown sludge. It moved with a slow, viscous will. It wrapped around my ankles. It seeped into my pores. I woke to the sound of the loom. Click. Click. Click. The rhythm of my cage. The rhythm of my debt. I am Elias. I have always been Elias. But here, in this gray city of iron and steam, I am a thing of labor. A...

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