The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Baptiste Caron knew the weight of a thing before he lifted it. I The black dust bled from the skirting boards of the library. It moved with the slow, deliberate patience of water finding a crack in stone. I stood in the doorway, my hands heavy at my sides, feeling the cold seep through my wool trousers. The house was ninety-six of Widow's Landing, a place where the wind off the Atlantic had...

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