The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The jar of preserved plums sat on the kitchen table, its glass thick and clouded with age, holding fruit that had turned the color of dried blood in a syrup that smelled of vinegar and old stone. Elara Holloway held the lid in her hands, her knuckles white against the brass, trying to remember if her father had locked the cellar door before the funeral or if he had simply forgotten, as he had...

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