The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road is mud. The cart is heavy. You are tired. Your brother, Thomas, walks ahead. He does not look back. The wood is wet. It smells of rot. You carry the load. You have always carried the load. The guild hall looms. Stone. Cold. Gray. You stop. Your breath fogs. The air bites. It is winter. The year is old. The old ways die. But not you. Not yet. You push the door. It groans. Inside, the...

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