The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mud on your boots is not merely wet earth but the memory of every foot that has ever stumbled this way, a thick, sucking paste that binds your ankles to the road as if the land itself has decided to keep you for its own. You are running, though running is a word that implies freedom, and here, in the grey, relentless mist of the Ashwood, there is no freedom, only the desperate, animal need...

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