The Faded Chronicle

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The kettle was boiling over, and I could not seem to find the spoon. "You’re doing it again, Elara," Mrs. Gable said, her voice tight as a drawn wire, standing in the doorway of my kitchen with her hat still on, smelling of coal dust and cheap perfume. "You’re staring at things that aren’t there." I wanted to tell her that the steam from the washing machines had a face, a specific, dissolving...

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