Variant V-04: The Dust of Hope
(Dirty Realism) The valley was a stretch of grey dirt and dead grass, a place where the wind didn't blow so much as it sighed, a long, exhausted sound that seemed to carry the weight of a hundred failed harvests. Old Silas lived there in a shack that leaned precariously to the west, as if it were trying to escape the land it sat upon. He had a few scrawny sheep, animals that looked more like...
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