The Faded Dust
The bell has not rung for three days, and in the silence, you begin to hear the dust settling on the ledges like snow that has forgotten how to melt, a fine, grey powder that coats the blackboards and the desks and the faces of the children who sit in rows, waiting for a lesson that will never come because the Master has vanished into the fog outside the window, leaving behind only the heavy,...
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