The Things That Remembered
The house was empty except for the things inside it, and the things remembered everything. The dust lay on every surface, a gray blanket that had accumulated over three months, since the family had left, since the bank had taken the house, since the Oklahoma wind had taken everything else. The dust settled on the furniture, on the floor, on the windowsills, on the photographs that were still on...
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