The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream was always the same. A field of white ash. Wind. No sky. Just the gray, settling dust. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. His hand went to his side. Not for a weapon. For the pain. The bone. It was still there. The fracture that had never fully healed. It throbbed with the rhythm of his heart. A second pulse. A private beat. The house was quiet. The house was loud. It was a...

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