The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suffocating curtain that turned the world outside the farmhouse into a blurred, indistinct smear of mud and iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the heavy oak door, his hand resting on the cold brass handle, feeling the vibration of the house settling into the wet earth. It was a vibration he had known his whole life, the deep, rhythmic...

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