The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The letter lay on the desk, its edges yellowed and soft as old bread, the ink a faded brown that seemed to bleed into the paper’s grain. You read it again, the words swimming slightly in the damp heat of the archive, a heat that pressed against your temples like a wet cloth. It was a notice of transfer, unsigned, the signature line a blank space where your own name should have been, a void that...

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