The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind in the highlands did not howl. It whispered. It spoke in the language of old bones and dry roots. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. He held a single seed. It was small. It was brown. It was lifeless. Or so it seemed. He was a stranger here. A man from the south, where the air was thick and the soil was black. He had come north to escape the noise. To escape the weight of his own...

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