The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Look at it," said the Clerk. It was a beetle. Black. Shiny. Still. It sat on the edge of the ledger. Its legs twitched. Once. Twice. Then stopped. Margaret leaned in. Her breath fogged the air. The room was cold. Stone walls. High windows. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. "Dead?" she asked. "Alive," said the Clerk. He did not look up. He continued to write. "Just resting." Margaret...

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