The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The concrete was already setting in the bucket, a gray slurry that smelled of wet chalk and old rain, and Elias’s hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the trowel. He was twelve, but he had the hands of a man who worked with his fingers, the nails cracked and filled with grime, and he knew that if he didn’t mix the sealant into the crack in the foundation wall before the landlord’s...

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