The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind bites. You know it. You feel the cold in your teeth. It is a sharp, clean cold. The kind that strips the world down to bone. You are alone. You have been alone for three days. The road stretches out. It is white with frost. It is long. It is endless. You walk. Your boots crunch. The sound is loud. It is the only sound. You are looking for something. You do not know what. You are a...

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