The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias. Arthur’s voice cut through the clatter of silverware and the low hum of the room, a sharp instrument in a crowded orchestra, calling my name across the banquet table as if I were a stray dog that had wandered into the garden. I was forty-two, sitting at the far end of the long oak table, my tie slightly too tight, my hands folded around a glass of water that had gone warm. The air in the...

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