The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mud sucked at his boots like a living thing, heavy and cold, pulling at the leather with a tenacity that felt personal. Elias Thorne did not remember when the rain had started, only that it had not stopped. It was a grey, indifferent sheet that blurred the line between the forest floor and the sky, turning the ancient pines into shivering ghosts. He was no longer a captain. He was no longer...

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