The Faded Dust
Chapter One Ruth Stroud, forty years old, stood before the Ministry of Records with a bruise forming along her jaw from a fall that happened three days prior, and she wanted the ledger. The building was a slab of grey stone in the middle of the industrial fog, its windows narrow and blind, reflecting the rain that fell in heavy, cold sheets. The washboard rhythm from the laundry next door was a...
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