The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. Then the silence. Elias stood on the cobblestones. He watched his house burn. It was a small fire. A contained thing. Yet it ate everything. The wood screamed. The plaster cracked. He did not run. He did not cry. He simply watched. The smoke was thick. It tasted of old paper and ash. It tasted of the library. It tasted of the years. A crowd...

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