The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The riot broke over my head like a wave of grey water. I was forty-two, a border patrol officer, and I had been fighting for three days, or perhaps three hours; time in Oakhaven had no spine, only the thick, suffocating pulse of the fog. My left arm, the one Clara always held when the nightmares came, was already translucent at the shoulder. I could see the bones through the mist that was...

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