The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road was red clay. It stained our boots. It stained our souls. We walked. The sun hung low. It was a sick eye. It watched us. We did not look up. To look up was to admit defeat. We carried the cart. The cart was heavy. The wood groaned. The wood remembered the forest. The forest remembered the gods. The gods were gone. Only the dust remained. My name is Elias. I am a tanner. I make leather...

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