The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind had a taste. It was metallic, sharp, and carried the dry scent of crushed pine needles and old earth. Elias Vance adjusted the strap of his satchel. It cut into his shoulder. He walked on. The road was narrow. It wound through the highlands. The sky was a pale, washed-out blue. There were no clouds. Just a vast, indifferent emptiness. Elias was a cartographer. He had spent thirty years...

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