The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The window shattered. Not with a bang. A sigh. A long, wet exhale of glass and wood. Thomas stood still. He was nine years old. Small bones. Thin skin. The shards lay on the floor. Like snow. Like teeth. He held the jar. It was small. Blue glass. Cold. Inside, a single flower. White. Wilted. Dead. He had picked it from the wall. The wall was gone now. The wind came in. Cold. Sharp. It touched...

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