The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The jar sat on the counter. It was glass. It was empty. Leo stood before it. He was ten. He wore a white t-shirt. The fabric was thin. It clung to him. The kitchen light was cold. It hummed. A low, electrical drone. Leo stared at the glass. He saw his own reflection. It was faint. A ghost in the curve. The jar had held honey. Now it held nothing. Or rather, it held the memory of weight. The...

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