The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The red wool was heavy in your hands, heavier than it had any right to be, a dense knot of fiber that smelled of lanolin and the specific, metallic tang of old blood. You were on your knees in the St. Jude’s Orphanage laundry, the scrub board under you slick with suds and cold, the water in the basin black as oil. Your sister, Clara, had died three years ago, in the winter when the heating...

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