The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The whistle blew. It was a sharp, industrial sound. It cut the air. Thomas stood by the gate. He held his bag. His fingers were white. He looked at the man in the gray coat. The man was tall. He had a clipboard. He was Mr. Hale. "Ready?" Hale asked. Thomas nodded. He did not speak. He could not. His throat was tight. Hale checked the list. His pen scratched. "Name?" "Thomas Bradshaw." "Age?"...

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