The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind cut through the wool. It was cold. Very cold. Elara pulled her cloak tighter. The road was mud. The sky was gray. She walked. Her feet ached. "Are you coming, Elara?" The voice was sharp. Thomas stood by the cart. He held the reins. His face was hard. "I am coming," she said. She walked fast. She did not look back. The forest loomed. Dark trees. Black branches. No birds. The air...

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