The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mist in the Hollow did not rise. It descended. It crept up from the black roots of the ancient oaks, thick and white as milk, swallowing the world whole. I was nine years old, or perhaps ten. Time had lost its teeth in that place. I walked with my hands in my pockets, the fabric thin and worn, feeling the cold dampness seep through the wool. I was looking for Thomas. We had made a pact. A...

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