The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The house had been standing for one hundred and twelve years, its timber frame groaning against the relentless, humid weight of the modern world, and I, who had inherited not just its title deed but its very respiratory rhythm, found myself unable to distinguish where the masonry ended and my own flesh began, a boundary that had long since dissolved into a mist of shared trauma and calcified...

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