The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Chapter One "You missed the quota again, Bilal." The voice belonged to my nephew, Tariq, the strikebreaker they’d planted in the recycling level. He stood in the doorway of my workshop, holding a clipboard that clicked like a dry bone. I looked down at my hands, stained black to the wrist with the ink from the Royal Ledger, a document that bled when lies were written in it. I wanted to finish...

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