The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hits the glass of the front door in a steady, gray rhythm, and you stand there, dripping, your boots heavy with the mud of the county road, looking at the mirror that reflects a man who has been wearing the same uniform for thirty years, the wool of the tunic now frayed at the elbows, the brass buttons tarnished to a dull, sickly yellow, not because they are old, but because the hands...

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