The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I The trading street of the Malacca strait ran like a vein of rusted iron, badlands of carved grief where the colony mess served protein night and the tailor’s shop of mirrors held the only clean glass in the district. I was Zuraida Santoso, the memory librarian, and my hands were stained with the ink of a land deed to land underwater, a document that should not have existed in the archive...

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