The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the road into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and it was this dampness that seemed to seep into the very marrow of my bones, a cold that no wool cloak could adequately shield against. I stood at the edge of the forest, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, not because I anticipated an enemy, but because the...

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