The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat was the only thing that felt real, a heavy, charcoal wool thing that had belonged to Arthur before the world turned to static and silence. It was a large garment, too big for Elias, so he wore it open, letting the rough fabric drag against his shins like the hem of a tattered banner. In this place, where the sky was the color of bruised plums and the ground was a mosaic of shattered...

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