The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Stop it." "Make me." The voice came from the mirror. It was not a ghost’s voice. It was not ethereal. It was his own voice, but stripped of breath. It was the sound of his own throat, hollowed out. He stared at the glass. The reflection stared back. The man in the glass raised a hand. The man in the room did not. "Who are you?" the reflection asked. "I am Thomas," he said. "Liar," the...

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