The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The kitchen in the house on Elmsworth Drive smelled of stale lavender and the sharp, metallic tang of old copper, a scent that had settled into the pores of the wallpaper and the grain of the oak table where Margot sat, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, the ceramic rim biting into her lower lip as she stared at the single, unbroken egg yolk floating in the...

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