The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind off the river carries the scent of wet stone and old iron, a fragrance that clings to your clothes like a second skin. You are walking, you are always walking, through the narrow, crooked streets of the old city where the shadows stretch long and thin, reaching for ankles that have forgotten how to rest. The cobblestones are slick with morning dew, and your boots make a soft, rhythmic...

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