The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elara, come here, now. The voice of Director Halloway drifted up from the surface level, thin and reedy as a wire pulled too tight, cutting through the subterranean hum that had become the background noise of her life. She did not move immediately; instead, her fingers, cold and slick with the condensation of the vault’s walls, traced the jagged edge of the obsidian shard resting on the steel...

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