The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train slowed. The rhythm changed. Click, click, clack. Then silence. Elara stepped out onto the platform. The air was thick. Coal smoke. Wet stone. She pulled her coat tight. The town of Oakhaven loomed. It was grey. It was old. It smelled of iron. She carried a box. A small, wooden box. Her hands trembled. She looked at the stationmaster. He looked away. He knew her. They all knew her. Or...

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