The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ceiling is cracked. You see it now. A fracture. Thin as a vein. It runs from the corner. Down to the beam. You are standing in the lobby. The marble is cold. Under your feet. It bites. You ignore it. Your hands are shaking. They will not stop. The air is thick. Heavy with dust. And ozone. Something is wrong. You know it. In your marrow. The building is breathing. Not wind. Not pipes....

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