The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The glass beads on your mother’s shawl shatter not with the sharp, clean report of breaking crystal that you would expect in a world of solid things, but with a wet, heavy sigh, like the sound of old bones collapsing under the weight of centuries of snow. You are standing in the middle of the field, the air thick and sweet with the rot of lilies that have no business blooming in November, and...

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