The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The clock in the hallway did not tick. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that traveled through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias’s shoes. He stood by the window, watching the rain blur the streetlights into streaks of amber and gray. The apartment was cold. It was always cold. The heating bill had been unpaid for three months. The landlord, Mr. Gable, had stopped coming. No one came...

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