The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Is it broken?" The voice came from the doorway. It was not a question. It was a statement of fact, cold and dry as the winter air that seeped through the gaps in the shutters. Thomas stood by the workbench. His hands were stained with indigo dye. The stain had gone into the whorls of his fingerprints, into the cuticles, into the small creases of his knuckles. It would never wash out. He knew...

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