The Faded Dust

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2026-08-18 05:43:45 -

The Faded Dust

The rain against the windowpanes of the estate house did not sound like water, but like a thousand small, frantic hands beating against the glass, begging to be let in, or perhaps screaming to be let out. It was a sound that had become the background noise of Arthur’s existence, a constant, wet whisper that filled the hollow spaces where his thoughts used to reside. He sat in the high-backed...

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