The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hits the windshield like a handful of gravel. You grip the steering wheel. Your knuckles are white. The wipers slap back and forth. A rhythmic, desperate sound. You are not alone in the car. Thomas sits in the passenger seat. He is small. He is quiet. His eyes are closed. He is breathing. It is a shallow, rattling breath. You know what it means. You have known for months. The doctor...

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