The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Elias’s hands were black to the wrist, the soil of the riverbank caked into the creases of his knuckles as he lifted the last crate onto the flatbed. It was heavy, the weight of dried thyme and feverfew pressing against the wood, and he knew that by the time he reached the magistrate’s gate, the frost would have begun to bite the edges of the crate. The road to the crossing was a ribbon of mud...

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