The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell in the tower rang once. It was a dull, heavy sound, like a stone dropped into deep water. I stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind was cold. It cut through my coat. I felt the chill in my bones. I am old now. My hands shake. They have always shaken. But today the shaking was different. It was the shaking of a leaf that knows the branch is about to break. I came here to find the...

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