The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air tasted of copper and wet wool. Thomas Ashworth held the line. His boots slid on the slick cobblestones. Rain hammered the cobblestones. It hammered the shoulders of the men behind him. It hammered the chest of the man in front of him. That man was falling. Thomas did not look. He could not look. If he looked, he would break. The gun was heavy in his hands. It was a weight he had carried...

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