The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hit the window. It drummed a steady, cold rhythm. Margaret stood by the glass. She watched the water streak. It blurred the garden. It blurred the world. Her hands held the book. It was thick. Leather bound. The spine cracked under her grip. She had held it for forty years. Now she let it go. The book fell. It hit the floor with a dull thud. The cover split. Pages flew out. They danced...

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