The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the living room tasted of copper and old wool, a metallic tang that clung to the back of David’s throat as he pressed his shoulder against the doorframe, his breathing ragged and shallow in the suffocating quiet of the house. It was three in the afternoon, the hour when the light in suburban Connecticut turns thick and amber, filtering through the lace curtains to paint long,...

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