The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. Elias kept his hands in his pockets. He watched the rain slide down the window. It blurred the city into grey smears. He was moving toward the capital. He was moving toward the end. He had worn the coat for ten years. It was brown wool. It had been thick when he bought it. Now the elbows were worn thin. The lining was frayed. It smelled of smoke and old...

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