The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the holding cell was thick, tasting of iron and old sweat. It smelled of decay. I sat on the cold iron bench, my hands cuffed behind my back. The cuffs bit into my wrists. I did not flinch. I watched the spider. It was a small thing. A brown wolf spider. It sat on the wall, near the ceiling. It was trembling. Its legs were splayed, delicate as the branches of a winter tree. I had...

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