The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hits the stone like a fist. You are running. The mud sucks at your boots, heavy and cold, trying to drag you down into the earth. You do not look back. You look only forward, at the gate. The gate is open. It is always open. That is the problem. Inside, the house waits. It is a large thing, old as sin. The windows are dark eyes, watching you come. You know the layout. You know the...

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