The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wagon wheels bit into the frozen mud of the valley floor, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat in the back, wrapped in a wool shawl that smelled of lanolin and old smoke, watching the pine trees blur past in a dark, relentless smear. The air was thin and sharp, a knife against the lungs, carrying the scent of decay and iron. Beside me, the...

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