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Gold Dust

Gold Dust Frank Kovac stood in the desert and watched the sky turn the color of a bruise. It was Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. He had stopped counting after the first month. All the days were the same: hot, dry, and full of men in uniforms who thought they were doing something important. He had come to the army at nineteen because the factory closed and his father couldn't find work and...

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