The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the very pores of the stone walls over the decades. We sat around a long oak table, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had broken bread and argued treaties and, in the end, simply watched the world turn. I was a soldier then, or perhaps I had always been one, though the...

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