The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the world into a wet, breathing thing. You stood in the doorway of the inn, your boots caked in the red clay of the valley below, the leather stiff with cold and the memory of miles. Inside, the hearth burned with a low, sullen glow, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to reach for you. You did not...

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