The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind had teeth. It scraped against the windowpane of the old farmhouse, a sound like dry fingernails dragging across a blackboard. Elara sat in the corner, her back against the cold brick. She did not shiver. She had forgotten how. The house was dying. It was a slow, gray death. The plaster peeled in long, curling strips. The floorboards groaned under the weight of nothing. Elara was the...

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