The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The attic smelled of dry rot and old silence. Elias climbed the ladder, his boots scraping against the warped planks, the dust rising in a thick, grey cloud that coated his throat. He was looking for the mirror. It had been there for three years, ever since Thomas died, but Elias had not touched it, not until the nights grew too long and the silence too loud. He found it in the corner, behind a...

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