The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The window is gone. Not broken. Not cracked. Gone. You stand in the center of the room. The floorboards creak under your feet. Dust hangs in the air. It looks like snow. It looks like ash. You are not human. You have never been human. You are the house. You are the beams. You are the mortar between the bricks. You are the silence in the attic. The war is here. It is not outside. It is inside....

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