The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Margaret stood before the mirror. The glass was cold. It reflected her face, pale and drawn. She looked old. Not old in years, but old in spirit. The skin around her eyes was loose. The mouth was a thin, straight line. She did not smile. She did not frown. She simply looked. The mirror showed her what she refused to see. It showed her a prisoner. She held the pill in her palm. It was small....

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