The Distant Blade
The dust is not just dirt. It is the memory of the building, ground down to a fine, grey powder that coats the fingertips and the inside of the nose. I have worked here for twenty years, and I know the weight of it. It settles on the spines of the books, on the brass lamps, on the face of the man sitting across from me. My name is Elias Thorne. I am the Senior Archivist at the Meridian...
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