The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fog did not lift. It thickened. Elias Thorne walked. The boots were heavy, soaked through with a cold that had no season. The mud of the valley clung to his shins like wet wool, sucking at every step. He was a man built for order, for the rigid geometry of the barracks and the clean lines of the parade ground. Here, in the grey nothing, he was unmade. The uniform, once a shield of...

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