The Faded Dust

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2026-08-24 13:39:25 -

The Faded Dust

In my left hand, the plastic evidence bag rattled against my palm, a dry, brittle sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. Inside, the bottle of amber liquid caught the fluorescent light of the interrogation room, turning the air above it into a hazy, golden column. My fingers were shaking. Not the tremor of cold, for the office was stifling, the heat radiating off the linoleum floors...

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