The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The tremor started in the right hand, a fine, high-frequency shiver that made the tip of my stylus dance across the vellum like a trapped insect. I was thirty-two, a senior archivist in the Ministry of Antiquities, and I had spent the last decade in this dust-choked basement, cataloging the past to secure my own future. The permanent tenure was within reach, contingent only on the completion of...

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