The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain. It hit the glass. It ran down. Like tears. Or sweat. "You look well," said the priest. Father Thomas. He sat in the chair. His knees knocked. "You look strong." Elias did not look. He looked at the wall. The plaster was cracked. A spider web hung there. It caught the dust. The dust was gray. It was fine....

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