The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the world into a watercolor sketch left out in the damp. I walked the ridge path with my hands deep in the pockets of my coat, feeling the rough wool chafe against my palms, a friction that seemed to match the grinding ache in my joints. The mountain, ancient and indifferent, watched me pass...

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