The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Chapter One I have always believed that words are heavy things. They weigh you down. They break your back. The Hall of Echoes was not a hall. It was a throat. We stood in the center of it, forty-two of us, officers of the Registry, surrounded by a banquet of cold meat and warm lies. The air was heavy with iron and old paper. Gustave Renard, that was my name, though I had not spoken it aloud in...

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