The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wool of the coat was heavy, not with the damp of the London afternoon, but with a dense, cold weight that seemed to pull at the very fibers of my skin. I stood before the mahogany desk of the late Minister Vane, my fingers tracing the grain of the wood, trying to ignore the way the air in the room had turned thin and stale. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a Senior Archivist in the...

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