The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The harvest feast was a riot of grease and noise. Smoke curled from the great iron pots, thick and black, settling on the hair of the children who sat on benches sawed from oak. They ate with their hands. They drank from clay cups that tasted of the river mud. The air was hot. It stuck to the skin. It smelled of roasted meat, wood ash, and fear. Thomas sat at the edge of the table. He was...

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