The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The brick wall is always crumbling in the dream. It starts at the top, a single red brick loosening, then another, until the whole structure sheds its skin like dead bark. I wake with the taste of dust in my mouth, the dry, gritty sensation of mortar and decay. It is a recurring nightmare, a phantom pain from a life I am trying to outrun. I am thirty-two years old, and my life is a ledger of...

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