The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house breathed. It inhaled dust. It exhaled cold. Mara woke in the dark. Not a dream. A waking. She stood. The floorboards groaned. They knew her weight. They always had. Outside, the town slept. Harwick was gray. Rain slicked the asphalt. Headlights cut the fog. Mara looked at the walls. White paint. Peeling. Like skin. The house was not a home. It was a cage. Or a church. It was the thing...

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