The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You wake up in the silt, the taste of it gritty and ancient on your tongue, a thick, cold paste that coats the inside of your cheeks and makes it hard to remember how to breathe, and you are not sure for a long time if you are dead or just buried, but then the cold starts to seep into your bones, that deep, creeping chill that belongs to the earth itself, and you know you are alive, you know...

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