The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house was full of noise. It was the kind of noise that settles in the walls, a hum of voices and clinking glass that vibrates in the teeth. I stood by the window, my hand resting on the cold glass. Inside, the room was warm. It was crowded. My students were there. They had come to celebrate. They had come to say goodbye. I watched them from the shadows. I saw them laughing. I saw them...

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