The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The silence in the cellar was not empty, but thick, a physical substance that pressed against Eleanor’s eardrums and settled in the hollows of her chest, a heavy, wet wool that smelled of damp earth and the slow, inevitable decay of things that had once been alive. She sat on the cold flagstones, her knees drawn up to her chin, her fingers tracing the rough, jagged grain of the wooden beam that...

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