The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mist did not lift. It remained. A thick, grey wool wrapped around the city. It sat on the rooftops. It pressed against the glass. We were inside the fog. The fog was us. I looked at my hands. They were pale. They were still. I moved through the street. The street was empty. No cars. No people. Just the sound of my boots. Tap. Tap. Tap. The silence was loud. It hummed in the ears. It rang in...

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