The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, reflective mirror of the weeping sky. Elias stood in the doorway of the mill, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, visceral weight of the hunger that had consumed him since Margaret’s death. He wanted the rye. He needed the specific, heirloom strain...

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