The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house smelled of damp wool and dried lavender. It was a scent I had not expected to find in the modern world, yet it hung heavy in the air of the hallway, clinging to the shadows beneath the floorboards. I had come to search for evidence. Or perhaps to find a body. The distinction had blurred years ago. My brother, Elias, was missing. Not dead, the police insisted. Missing. A word that...

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