The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind in the highlands does not just blow; it strips. It peels the bark from the standing pines and scours the granite outcrops until they gleam with a wet, exposed vulnerability. You have been walking for three days, your boots heavy with the mud of the moor, and the air tastes of iron and old snow. You are not alone, not in the way that matters. You carry the weight of the hive on your...

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