The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road was mud. It was deep and black and pulled at my boots with a slow, wet grip. I walked alone. My pack was heavy. Inside it lay my sword. It was old iron. The edge was dull. I had not sharpened it in months. The trees on either side were bare. They stood like gray skeletons against a white sky. It was winter. The cold bit through my cloak. I did not feel it. I only felt the weight of my...

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