The Faded Dust

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2026-08-17 10:54:35 -

The Faded Dust

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, tearing groan that rose from the belly of the house like the death rattle of a giant. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the living room, her hands pressed flat against the back of the sofa, feeling the heat already licking the edges of her vision, while the oak floor beneath her feet warped and buckled in a slow, undulating...

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