The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The carriage wheels creaked. They cut through the silence of the heath. Old Silas sat in the corner. His back was straight. His eyes were closed. He was a man of few words. He had been a scholar once. He had walked these roads for forty years. He knew the weight of a word. He knew the weight of a name. He did not speak. The carriage stopped. Rain tapped on the roof. Tap. Tap. Tap. Silas opened...

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