The Faded Dust
The road was not a road but a scar in the earth, a long, pale ribbon of packed clay that stretched out before us like a bone stripped of its flesh, and we walked it with the heavy, dragging slowness of men who have forgotten how their legs work, my brother Thomas and I, carrying between us the weight of a silence so thick it felt like water, pressing against our ears and filling the hollows of...
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