The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the valley tasted of iron and wet ash. Elias stood at the edge of the pine forest, his boots sinking into the mud. He was a man who had moved his life in boxes, but here, in this desolate stretch of the Pacific Northwest, the boxes felt heavy with a gravity he could not name. He was not alone. Or rather, he was not the only thing that had come. It had started as a whisper. A...

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