The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dust did not settle. It hung in the air of the cellar like a suspended breath, grey and fine, catching the single beam of light from the high window. I had been an archivist for twenty years, a man of catalogues and cross-references, of dry facts and dry hands. I was not a man who believed in curses. I was a man who believed in error. Specifically, I believed my dismissal from the Abbey of...

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