The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You’re letting it rot." The voice came from the doorway. Dry. Cracked like old timber. Elias turned. His hands were deep in the soil of the greenhouse. Dirt caked under his nails. Black and thick. It smelled of iron and decay. He did not wipe them. He knew the stain. It was part of him now. Margaret stood there. She wore her gray cardigan. The one with the fraying edges. She looked at the rows...

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