The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had been falling for three days, turning the mud of the valley into a thick, sucking paste that seemed to hold the wagon wheels in place with a jealous grip. I counted the hours as I dragged the satchel over my shoulder, one, two, three, each tick of my heartbeat a heavy stone dropped into a well. My father, Aldous, had been a scribe of no particular renown, a man who spent his life...

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