The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron key hung at his belt. It was cold. It was heavy. It scraped against his hip bone with every step. Thomas Bradshaw walked the perimeter. He walked it daily. The gravel crunched under his boots. It sounded like teeth breaking. The town of Harrow Creek sat below him. The factories puffed smoke into the grey sky. The smoke never cleared. It settled in the lungs. It settled in the soul....

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