The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road to the Blackwood Asylum was a ribbon of mud that never dried. You walked it with the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots that had seen too many wars. The air tasted of wet iron and rotting leaves. It was autumn. The kind of autumn that feels like a bruise forming under the skin of the world. You were a man of the law. Or so the men in London called you. A Judge. A Warden. A Keeper of Order....

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