The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Thorne, you’ll sign it or you’ll be out on your ear. The voice was flat, stripped of inflection, the way a blade is stripped of its edge. Foreman Halloway sat across the narrow oak desk in the cramped office at the end of the loom floor, his hands resting on the paper as if they were anchors holding the document to the earth. The air in the room was thick, a physical weight composed of coal...

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