The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain does not fall. It presses. It is a cold, gray sheet of water that blurs the world into a smear of mud and stone. You stand in the square. Your boots are heavy. They are soaked through. You do not feel the cold. You only feel the weight. Look at your hands. They are red. Not with blood. With dye. The crimson stains have eaten into the skin. They are part of you now. You try to scrub...

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