The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fire took the barn first. Then the fence. Then the silence. You stand on the hill. You are an investigator. Not of crimes. Of truth. The smoke rises. It curls like a snake. It climbs the sky. You watch. Your hands are still. Your mind is fast. The town is old. Stone streets. Old bells. The air smells of ash. It smells of loss. You know this loss. You have lost many things. You have lost...

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