The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the manicured lawns of the estate into a slurry of mud and broken roots. I stood in the doorway of the main house, my boots caked in the red clay of the countryside, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, mournful tick. Inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of old paper and drying lavender....

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