The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dust in the Blackwood archives did not settle; it hung, a suspended grey fog that tasted of iron and old paper, coating Silas’s fingers as he scrubbed the spines of the ledgers. He was forty years old, his joints stiff from the damp cold that seeped through the stone floor, and he had been a constable for twenty-two years, a tenure that should have guaranteed him a quiet pension and a warm...

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