The Truth in the Dust
V-06: The Truth in the Dust The rain came through the ceiling again. Rachel counted the drips. Three in the kitchen. Two in the bedroom. One that hit the floor at exactly the wrong angle and splashed her boot when she walked by. She sat at the table with her hands around a cup of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. Under her right boot, the insole was coming loose. She could feel the...
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