The Faded Dust
The dust in the parlor was thick enough to coat a coin. Elara wiped her thumb across the mantelpiece, leaving a pale streak in the gray grime, and watched the powder settle back into the grooves. She had ten minutes before noon. The deed needed to be signed by then to clear the lien on the property. Her brother, Thomas, was in the hospital in town, the bill for his last three weeks of care...
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