The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron bit bites into your mouth. It tastes of rust and old blood. You are not a man. You are a horse. You are a weapon. You are the thing that moves when the will commands it to move. The ground shakes. Dust rises. It is thick. It is grey. It is everywhere. You can see nothing but the grey. You breathe it in. It settles in your lungs. It coats your throat. You do not cough. You do not blink....

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