The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The glass cracked. It was a thin, sharp sound, like a twig snapping under a boot, and it cut through the hum of the ventilation fans in the Restricted Vault. I looked down at my left hand. The knuckle over the index finger was split, a jagged white line running through the skin, oozing a dust that was not quite blood and not quite powder. It was the color of old ash. I flexed the finger. It did...

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