The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron bit my shoulder. It burned. I swung the hammer. The shield cracked. Wood splinters flew. I saw the blood. It was red. Bright. Wet. I am Aldric. I am a tanner. I make leather. I make boots. I make belts. I do not make war. I make things that last. I make things that smell of lye and sweat. I make things for men who walk. Men who carry heavy loads. Men who need to keep their feet dry in...

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