The Faded Dust
The cafeteria lights hummed. A low, steady drone. It filled the room. It filled the air. It filled the bones. Elara sat at the table. The laminate was yellow. A chip near the edge. She looked at her hands. They were pale. They were still. She was seven years old. Her father stood by the door. He did not sit. He watched. His eyes were heavy. His love was a weight. A thick, dark weight. It...
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