The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The frost came early. It bit the skin of the valley and turned the breath of the men into white ribbons that hung in the air for a second before dissolving. Silas did not feel the cold. He felt the weight of the sack on his back, a heavy, wet thing that smelled of rot and iron. He was a tanner by trade, a man who knew the language of hide and the stench of curing. He knew how to make a soft...

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