The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it did not seem to be trying to. It fell with a steady, industrial persistence against the corrugated tin roof of the shack, a rhythmic drumming that matched the erratic thumping of my own heart. I sat on the edge of the cot, the metal frame cold through the thin wool of my trousers, and held the object in my hands. It was a smooth, gray stone, no...

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