The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fever started on a Tuesday. Mara felt it in her teeth. A grinding, dull ache. She sat at the kitchen table. The linoleum was yellow. It smelled of lemon cleaner. And old coffee. Outside, rain tapped against the glass. Soft. Persistent. Like fingers on a door. She looked at her hands. They were pale. Veins stood out like blue roots. She flexed her fingers. They moved. But slowly. Like they...

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