The Faded Dust
The radio crackled, a burst of static that tasted like copper on Elias’s tongue. He wiped his hand on his tactical vest, the fabric already stiff with sweat and the fine, gray particulate that hung in the air of Sector 4. The dust was thicker today, a localized anomaly that the lab techs called "sediment drift," though it behaved less like sand and more like a living thing, settling into the...
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