The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The room breathed. Not air. Dust. Elara sat. She did not move. Her back was straight. Her hands were still. The war was gone. The guns had stopped. The cities were quiet. Too quiet. She watched the motes. They floated. They danced. They were alive. Elara knew this. She had always known this. It was the first thing she learned. It was the only thing that mattered. In the old days, they were just...

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