The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house is breathing. You can feel it in the floorboards, a subtle expansion and contraction that matches the rhythm of your own panicked heart. It is late, the kind of late where the air outside has turned brittle and the silence inside is so thick you could cut it with the kitchen knife. You are standing in the center of the living room, holding a glass of water that has gone warm in your...

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