The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar was cold enough to bite the skin, a dampness that settled in the bones and refused to leave. Eamon Halloran woke with a gasp, his breath hanging in the air like a ghost that had lost its way. He was forty years old, though the mirror in the attic had long ago stopped showing him a man, offering only the hollowed-out face of a sinner who had forgotten his crime. His sister, Nuala, was...

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