The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The brick was red. It was wet. It hit Thomas Ashworth in the temple. He did not fall. He leaned into the weight of it. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. Across the narrow street, the man who had thrown the brick stood still. His face was a mask of calm. He wore a coat of deep blue wool. It looked expensive. It looked clean. Thomas wiped the blood from his eye. It ran down his cheek. It...

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