The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that turned the heath into a soup of wet wool and mud. Thomas stood at the edge of the track, his boots sinking into the slurry, and watched the carriage pull away into the mist. He did not wave. He did not call out. He simply stood there, a silhouette against the churning sky, until the sound of the wheels faded into the...

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