The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house is breathing. You feel it in your ribs. A wet, heavy rhythm. In, out. In, out. You are the lungs. You are the breath. The walls are skin. The floorboards are bone. You try to stand. Your legs are jelly. The dust is thick. It tastes like iron. It tastes like old blood. You open your mouth. No sound comes. Just a dry click. You look at your hands. They are shaking. Not from cold. From...

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