The Faded Dust

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2026-08-18 13:07:10 -

The Faded Dust

He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. It was a heavy, rusted flavor. It coated the back of his throat. He spat into his cupped hand. The saliva was dark. A thin, red thread. He wiped it on his trousers. The fabric was coarse wool. It smelled of sweat and coal dust. He was lying in a narrow bed. The walls were stone. They were damp. Water trickled down the corner. It dripped onto the...

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