Dust gathers in clumps on the mantle.
I never noticed it before.
Now I sweep the feathers over the dust, scattering the tiny particles everywhere. They float through the air with tiny fluffs of feather.
This is not an efficient way to clean.
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Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
