The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The shard was cold, colder than the rain that slicked the cobblestones of the courtyard, and I pressed it against my palm until the skin whitened. It was a piece of the looking-glass from the hall, the one that had shattered when Father fell, and it did not show my reflection. It showed a room I hadn’t seen in twenty years, a bedroom with blue wallpaper, and a man standing over a bed. I had...

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