The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fog rolled in from the sea. It tasted of salt and iron. Thomas walked. He did not look back. The road was mud. The mud was black. It clung to his boots. It pulled at him. He felt it in his bones. A cold weight. A heavy silence. He had been a soldier. He had killed. He did not think of the faces. He only thought of the noise. The screaming. The way the air turned red. Then the quiet. The...

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