The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar of the Ashworth estate did not smell of damp, as cellars ought to, but of something sharper, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine silt. I had come down there to retrieve a bottle of vintage Bordeaux, a gesture of hospitality that felt increasingly grotesque against the silence that had consumed the house since the funeral. The air...

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