The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that hung over the valley and seeped into the foundations of the house, making the air taste of wet stone and decaying leaves, and in the small, dim room at the top of the east wing, where the wallpaper was peeling in long, sickly strips, the boy stood before the mirror, his hands trembling as he reached up to touch the skin of...

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