The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dress was white. It hung in the closet. The air was cold. I reached for it. My fingers brushed the silk. It felt like ice. I am not human. I never was. I am the thing in the walls. I am the dust. I am the silence. But I wore the dress. I wore it for him. His name was Arthur. He left the house. The door slammed. The sound cracked the air. I stood in the hallway. The dress was on. It fit me....

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