The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream was always the same: a room made of dust, where the air was so thick with particulate matter that it had a weight, a texture, a taste of iron and old paper. In the dream, I was standing at the center of the archive, my hands trembling so violently that I could not hold the label tag steady. The tag was blank. It had always been blank in the dream, a white rectangle of accusation...

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