The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bread rose in the tin. It swelled against the foil. A pale, taut dome. Thomas watched it breathe. The kitchen was still. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. They hung there, suspended. Tiny, golden ghosts. Thomas wiped his hands on his apron. He was a cop. Or he had been. Now he was just a man. A man with flour under his nails. The timer clicked. A small, mechanical death. He pulled...

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