The Faded Dust
Walter Pemberton left the hospital on the same morning the new pharmacy opened in his old room. He carried nothing but a cloth bag and a small tin that had once held peppermints. The tin was heavier than it looked. Inside, wrapped in a fold of brown paper, lay a residue the color of old brick dust, fine as sleep, and he had not opened it in twenty-three years. The new director, Dr. Ashworth,...
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