The Faded Dust

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2026-08-19 15:41:30 -

The Faded Dust

The rain came down in sheets. Cold. Wet. It soaked through my wool coat. I walked. The mud sucked at my boots. Each step was a struggle. The road was a ribbon of brown slurry. It wound through the valley. The trees were bare. Black branches against a gray sky. I was a soldier. I wore the red tunic. It was stiff with rain. My sword hung at my hip. Heavy. Dull. I was going to the castle. The lord...

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