The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coughing started at three in the morning, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. You lay awake in the narrow bed in the attic, listening to the sound travel up the stairs, each rattle a small, sharp blow against your chest. Mara was dying, and you knew it with the absolute, cold certainty of a child who has watched too many things break and not be...

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