The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire was too high. It licked the rafters, turning the dark wood of the barn into a cage of light. Thomas sat on the hay bales. He was seven. His knees were tucked to his chest. He watched the flames. They were not hot. They were cold. That was the first thing he noticed. The air was still. The sparks did not rise. They hung in the air like red dust, suspended in a glass bottle. Around him,...

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