The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Sven Aas wiped the grit from his goggles, the lens clouding with the damp air of the harbor. He was thirty-two, a glassblower by trade, but for the last three weeks he had been a sapper, calculating the trajectory of stones against the iron hulls of the whaling fleet. The wind off the fjord was a physical weight, pressing against his chest, smelling of rotting kelp and the cheap tobacco of the...

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