The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind had teeth. They bit at the hem of Arthur’s coat. It was a thin thing, once. Now it was more suggestion than fabric. The road was a grey ribbon. It stretched into the mist. He walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. He carried a stick. It was oak. Smoothed by years of hands that were no longer there. He had left the farm. He had left the house. He had left the life that...

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