The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Ministry of Records did not smell of paper, as one might expect, but of dry, powdered bone and the metallic tang of stale ozone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Elias Thorne, his hands trembling not with fear but with a visceral, bone-deep fury, slammed his palm against the mahogany desk of Director Halloway, the impact sending a cascade of dust...

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