The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bird is dead in your hand. You know this. You have known it since the moment your fingers closed around its cold, rigid neck in the dark of the carriage. It is a starling. Or a wren. You cannot tell. The feathers are matted with blood and rain. The eyes are open. They look at you with a glassy, empty judgment. Hold it tighter. Do not let go. You are on a train. The wheels clatter a steady,...

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