The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the streets of the city into a mirror of the sky, and in the basement of the Municipal Records Office, the air was thick with the smell of damp paper and ozone. I am Elias Thorne, a man of forty-two years who has spent the last nineteen years cataloging the bones of this city, and I knew with a certainty that settled...

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