The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road to Ashwood was mud. It was thick and black. It sucked at their boots. Elias pulled his cart. He pulled with all his weight. The wheels groaned. They sang a low, mournful song. Inside the cart sat the jars. Glass. Heavy. They held the honey. It was wild honey. Dark as blood. Sweet as sin. Elias had gathered it from the cliffs. He had climbed where no man should climb. He had bled. He...

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