The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind did not howl; it scraped. It was a dry, skeletal sound, like a fingernail dragged slowly across the rim of a porcelain cup, and it filled the hollow valley with a silence that was less an absence of noise than a presence of emptiness. Margaret stood with her back against the rough bark of a dead pine, her breath misting in the thin air, watching the hawk that circled above her. It was...

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