The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had stopped. It lay in the gutters like black oil. Elias stood in the doorway of the motel. He held the file. It was wet. The cardboard was soft. He looked at the water. It reflected the neon sign. The sign buzzed. It said VACANCY. The letters were broken. One eye was missing. The file was his. Or it had been. Now it belonged to the road. It belonged to the mud. It belonged to the...

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