The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The call came from the basement, a muffled shout that echoed up the stone stairs. "Elara. Elara, get down here." It was Margaret, the head of conservation, her voice tight with the specific irritation of a woman who had been waiting for her subordinate to perform a simple task. Elara stood at her desk on the third floor, the one overlooking the reading room where the morning light was just...

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