The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind cut through the wool of his coat. Elias sat on a rock. He looked at the tree. It was a rowan. Its leaves had turned rust. The bark was pale. He pressed his hand against it. Cold. He was a constable. Or he had been. The badge was gone. The uniform was stained. He walked the moor. The sky was low. Grey. It felt like a lid. A crow landed near him. It tilted its head. Elias did not move....

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