The Warden of the Vale
PART ONE: THE DROUGHT The dust came in June of 1924 and did not leave until September. It covered everything in the Whitfield valley: the crops, the fences, the roofs, the children hair. It got into everything, into the creases of your skin and the folds of your clothes and the pages of your books. It coated the windowsills in a thin grey film that you could wipe away with your finger, only for...
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