The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I "You missed the step again, Muhammad. The indigo is running thin, but your mind is running thinner." Muhammad Rahal wiped the slate dust from his palms, the gritty residue burning into the creases of his skin. He was forty-five, a border guard who had spent twenty years watching men cross lines he was sworn to enforce, but today he stood in the dye-house overseer’s booth, a place that...

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