The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sub-basement of the Ministry of Justice smelled of damp concrete and the slow decay of paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for thirty years until it became indistinguishable from the smell of his own skin. He sat hunched over a heavy oak table, the fluorescent lights above him buzzing with a low, persistent hum that seemed to vibrate directly into his teeth, while he carefully...

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