The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The glass was cracked. Not shattered. Not broken. Cracked. A single, jagged line ran from the top left corner down to the bottom right. It looked like a river on a map. Or a vein in an apple. Or a scar on old skin. Mara stood in the hallway. Her hand was on the doorknob. She did not turn it. She looked at the door. It was wood. Oak. Dark. It smelled of varnish and dust. Behind her, the house...

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