The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind tore at the curtains. Mara held the hem. Her knuckles were white. The house shuddered. Dust motes swirled in the gray light. They were thick. Heavy. They settled on her hands. They settled on the floor. She was not afraid of the storm. She was afraid of what the storm revealed. The roof groaned. A shingle popped. It flew past the window. It hit the garden wall. It made a small, dry...

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