The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hawthorn tree in the courtyard had not bloomed in three years. It stood as a skeletal sentinel against the gray sky, its branches twisted into knots that resembled clenched fists, waiting for a blow that never came. You knew this because you had watched it every morning for the last decade, measuring the silence of the garden against the noise of your own breathing. The tree was a constant....

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