The Faded Dust
I am telling you this because the snow is melting into the coal cellars again, and the weight of it is a physical fact we must accept. You remember the harvest feast. I remember the taste of the rice wine, cold and sharp, and the way the chandeliers caught the dust in the air. It was a heavy night. The air in the banquet hall was heavy with boiled vegetables and damp wool. I was standing by the...
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