The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bone snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking in a winter garden, and I felt the pain travel up my arm, a hot wire burning through the flesh. I dropped the chisel. It clattered against the stone floor, a sharp, ugly noise that seemed to hang in the heavy, dust-choked air of the workshop. Margaret was standing in the doorway. She had been there, I knew, for a long time. I could feel the...

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