The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sky over the city did not break so much as it simply gave up, surrendering its brittle blue to a churning, bruised purple that bled into the cobblestones of the district where the old textile mills still stood like the skeletal ribs of a leviathan, and I stood in the doorway of my father’s study, holding a trowel that had slipped from his hand during the tremor, watching as the dust—fine,...

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