The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of our small valley town into slick mirrors, reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps that flickered against the encroaching dark. I stood at the window of my quarters, the glass cold against my forehead, watching the water carve its jagged paths down the pane, a silent, rhythmic eroding of...

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