The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell hard on the asphalt. It was a cold rain. It tasted of iron. Major Elias Thorne stood on the corner. He held his umbrella. The fabric was black. It was old. It smelled of mildew and sweat. He looked at his hand. The fingers were stiff. The knuckles were swollen. They looked like dry wood. They looked like roots. He needed to see them. He had to know what they felt. The street was...

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