The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Cold. It pulled at the weight of the armor. I stopped. I breathed. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. My brother, Thomas, was ahead. He had his sword drawn. The blade was notched. It had been notched for years. We were in the cellar. The old house had no name now. Just the stones. Just the dark. Thomas turned. He looked at me. His eyes were wide. The...

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