The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I woke from a dream where the sky was made of cracked porcelain, the shards hanging suspended in a grey, suffocating fog that smelled of ozone and old blood, and I lay there in the damp cold of the car park, watching the neon sign of the 24-hour diner buzz and flicker, its red light bleeding into the wet asphalt like a wound that refused to close, my hands trembling not from the chill of the...

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