The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

I. The heat in the kitchen was a physical weight, pressing against Giuseppa Vitale’s sternum until her breath came in shallow, rattling pulls. She stood before the stove, the iron pot black with age, watching the blackroot steep in water that had turned the color of bruised plums. The air smelled of rotting lilies, a sweet, cloying odor that coated the back of her throat. She had been forty-two...

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