The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You missed a spot." The voice was light. Almost teasing. It floated from the corner of the room where Julian sat, his back against the cold brick of the old mill wall. "I did not," he said. He looked at the floor. The dust was there. Thick. Gray. It clung to the floorboards like a second skin. It was everywhere. In the cracks. In the grout. Under the tables. He had swept it. He had swept it...

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