The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The deed lay in your hands, a brittle rectangle of parchment that cost forty pounds to authenticate and nothing to destroy. You held it against your chest in the archive, the paper cold and damp as a dead fish, while Councilman Halloway stood behind you, his tie loosened, his breath smelling of cheap coffee and authority. You wanted to save St. Jude’s Chapel, that crumbling relic of stone and...

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