The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house shook. Not a rumble. A crack. Marta stood in the center of the drawing room. The chandelier swung. Dust rained down from the plaster ceiling. It settled on her black dress. It settled on the table. She did not move. Outside, the sky turned the color of a bruise. Purple. Yellow. Black. The war had come for the village. It had come for the house. Marta was the medium. The village said...

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