The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The storm hit the wagon at midday. Rain lashed the canvas sides. Mud turned to slurry. The horses screamed. Elias held the reins tight. His knuckles were white. He was a tanner. He knew leather. He knew how hide became skin. He did not know how to survive this. The wheels bogged down. The team strained. The air smelled of wet wool and fear. Elias looked at the passenger. It was his sister,...

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