The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire started in the basement, which was strange, because you had been sitting in the parlor, staring at the dust motes dancing in the single beam of sunlight that pierced the heavy velvet curtains. You remember the smell before you saw the smoke. It was the scent of old paper and wet wool, a cloying, domestic odor that usually signaled nothing more than a damp day in the valley. But then...

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