The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sword is heavy. It is always heavy. My hand shakes. I hold it. I must hold it. The rain falls on the cobblestones. It runs in red rivulets. The smell is iron and wet stone. I look down. My father’s face is in the mud. He does not move. I want to scream. I cannot. My throat is closed. I am a soldier of the King. I am good at this. I kill men. I have killed many men. But I do not kill...

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