The Faded Dust
The fox lay in the mud of the valley floor, its fur matted with blood and black silt, its eyes wide and unblinking. It did not breathe, yet it did not seem to have died. It simply waited, a thing of flesh and silence, for the world to change around it. Elara stood at the edge of the scree, her boots sinking into the wet earth. She was not alone. Behind her, the sound of the army was a dull,...
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