Rooks-Watch
Rook's Watch The dust had been falling for as long as Old Man Tanner could remember. Not snow—dust. Fine red particles that coated everything in a thin layer of rust, settling on the rusted hulls of dead machines, on the cracked concrete of the old highway overpass, on the face of the boy who sat beside him watching the dust fall with eyes that were too old for twelve years. "That them or...
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