The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink was still wet on the ledger, a dark smear that looked like a bruise against the cream paper, when I noticed the discrepancy in the welfare fund column. My fingers, stained with the soot of the barracks stove, trembled slightly as I traced the numbers, the cold air of the northern industrial town biting through the thin wool of my tunic. I was Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty years old,...

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