The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road was old. It wound through the mist like a vein of pale stone. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy. The mud sucked at her heels. She carried a satchel. It was worn leather. Brown. Stiff with age. Inside lay the robe. The robe was white. It had been white once. Now it was the color of dried bone. The color of silence. She was old. Her hair was silver. A single braid fell over her...

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