The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire took the bakery at dawn. It did not roar. It whispered. The smoke rose in a grey column, thin as thread, piercing the industrial fog that clung to the city like a shroud. Elias watched from the alley. He held a tin of flour in his hands. The tin was warm. The flour inside had begun to clump. It was wet with his sweat. He was a man of few words. His tongue felt heavy. It tasted of ash...

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