The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You are walking through the ash. It is not snow, though it falls with the same silent, indiscriminate grace, coating the rusted husks of the locomotives that line the dead tracks of the Northern Union line. The air tastes of iron and old smoke, a metallic tang that sits heavy on the tongue. You are Edward Ashworth, or you were, before the fever took the man who bore that name and left only the...

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