The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The truck rumbled over the potholes. It shook the bones of the cabin. Elias gripped the wheel. His knuckles were white. He watched the road unspool. It was grey and wet. The rain tapped against the glass. A soft, persistent rhythm. He was driving to Millhaven. It was a small town. It had changed. It had always changed. He carried a box in the back. It was velvet. It was black. Inside sat the...

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