The Faded Road
The wall cracked. It split the plaster. Dust fell. A fine, white snow. It covered the floor. It covered my coat. It covered the desk. It covered everything. The silence was loud. It was heavy. It was thick. I stood still. I did not move. My hands were still. My breath was shallow. I counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. The dust settled. It lay on the wood. It lay on the paper. It lay on the...
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