The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dust in St. Jude’s did not settle; it hung, a suspended galaxy of gray particulate that coated the tongue and the lungs. I am fifty-two years old, and my heart beats like a loose hinge in a storm. I have been the night watchman here for twenty years, a tenure that bought me a pension and a place to rot. My daughter, Clara, died in these walls twenty years ago, a fever that took her in the...

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