The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house breathed. That was the only way Elias could describe it. A slow, tidal expansion of the Victorian bones, a shudder in the floorboards that was not wind, but hunger. Elias sat at the kitchen table. The wood was scarred by decades of use, but today the grain seemed to writhe. He held the book. It was small, bound in leather the color of dried blood. The pages were thin as onion skin. He...

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