The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wool of my greatcoat had begun to thin at the elbows, a slow erosion that mirrored the decay of the house itself, and I stood in the center of the library where the dust motes danced in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the heavy velvet drapes, watching them swirl with the quiet, indifferent persistence of a congregation in prayer, while the silence of the estate pressed...

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