The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You’re late again, Elias." The smell hit me before the sight did. It was a thick, cloying mix of damp rot and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like smoke. I stood in the doorway of the St. Jude’s Historical Society, my duffel bag heavy on one shoulder, the cardboard box of my few possessions leaning against my hip. The air inside was still, stagnant, and cold. It was...

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