The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coal fire in the basement of the Blackwood Asylum did not crackle; it hummed, a low, vibrating thrum that seemed to rise from the very stones and settle into my teeth. I sat on a overturned crate, my knees drawn up to my chest, holding the porcelain bird in my left hand. It was a sparrow, glazed in a pale, sickly blue, and the wings were fractured, the edges sharp enough to draw blood if I...

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