The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The heavy oak door groaned against its frame, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a eulogy, as Arthur Penhaligon stepped back into the house that had been his world for forty years, a world now shrinking around him with the slow, relentless patience of a tumor. He did not look back at the village, which was already dissolving into the gray mist that clung to the valley floor like a...

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