The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind tasted of iron and wet ash. I held it. My hand. It was the only thing I trusted. The war had taken everything else. It had taken the town. It had taken the light. But it had not taken my grip. I walked the ridge. The soil was black. It sucked at my boots. I was a clerk before. I filled forms. I stamped paper. I was small. Now I was large with fear. I was large with duty. I carried a...

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