The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Could a man truly hear the dead, or was he merely hearing the echo of his own grief bouncing off the walls of a sealed room? Henri Marchand stood in the center of the vault, the air heavy with old paper and the sterile chill of the climate control, and watched the dust motes swirl in the beam of the single overhead lamp. The gala had ended hours ago, the guests gone with their champagne flutes...

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