The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside your window into a smear of mud and memory, and you sat in the center of the living room, your boots still on, your hands resting on the wooden table as if they were heavy with lead or perhaps with the weight of the silence that had settled into the marrow of your bones. You are the only one left...

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