The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You are sitting in the kitchen. The light is gray and thin, like old gauze. It filters through the windowpane and lands on the floorboards. They are oak. They are worn. You know every crack in them. You know the way the air smells. It smells of wet wool and stale coffee. It smells of waiting. You are holding the box. It is small. It is cardboard. The tape is fraying. Your fingers are wrapped...

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