The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I "You're holding up the line, Dahl. The surveyors arrive at noon and the ledger is still open." I looked at the man across the counter, his face a mask of bureaucratic impatience, and felt the cold seep through my thin wool coat. The air in the archive room was damp, carrying the scent of wet wool and old paper, a smell that had become the only thing I owned. My name, Erik Dahl, was...

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