The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I I remember the damp in the plaster of the office on the Salt Gate, sixty-three of it, a grey tide that rose every morning to meet the sound of the road, that never stops sounding, a low thrum of tires on wet asphalt that vibrates in the teeth. I was Miroslav Marek, thirty-two, a census enumerator who had bought a taxi medallion at the peak of the market, a decision that now felt like...

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