The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The gate stood open. Miles stared at the iron bars. They rusted red. The air was cold. It smelled of wet stone. And old blood. He had walked for three days. His boots were wet. His feet bled. He did not feel them. He only felt the weight in his chest. A heavy stone. It sat in his stomach. It would not move. He was not supposed to be here. The priests had said so. The walls were thick. The fog...

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