The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I "You’re bleeding on the mortar, Gayane. Wipe it or step back." The voice was rough, scraped raw by the dust that hung in the air of the workshop, a grey suspension that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs. Gayane Karapetyan did not wipe the blood from her thumb, which had been sliced by a chisel that slipped in the damp. She looked up at the man, a lieutenant with a scar that split...

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