The Faded Dust
The dust settled. It was fine. It was gray. It coated the screen. I wiped it. The glass was clear. I looked. My face looked back. The eyes were red. The skin was pale. The lines were deep. I touched the mirror. The surface was cold. It was smooth. It was solid. I pulled my hand away. The dust returned. I am a technician. I fix things. I work in the basement. The building is old. The walls are...
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