The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I Nasrin Naderi knew the weight of a secret before the weight of the cloth. She sat in the damp corner of the workshop at seventy-one of NineElm Crossing, her hands stained a permanent, bruised violet that no amount of lye could scrub away, listening to the river. It was not a sound, exactly, but a pressure against the eardrums, a low, metallic hum that vibrated in the marrow of her teeth, a...

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