The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bone folder in my hand was warm, smoothed by twenty years of friction against my thumb, a small, hard thing that felt less like a tool and more like a joint of my own anatomy. I held it up to the light of the carriage window, watching the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon sun, and for a moment the trembling in my fingers ceased, leaving me with a sudden, terrifying clarity of...

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