The Faded Dust
Chapter One Oscar Fanon had worked twenty-three of Lantern Yard’s desalination pumps for six years, a tenure that felt less like a career and more like a slow drowning in salt and paperwork. The light in the administrative office was the color of old bruised fruit, filtered through the grimy panes of the solar courtyard, casting long, distorted shadows across the linoleum floor where the dust...
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