The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream came to Thomas Bradshaw in the deep, cold hour before dawn, a recurring vision of a blackthorn bush standing alone in the grey mist of the valley floor, its branches not merely thorned but laced with veins of dark, pulsing sap that wept a substance indistinguishable from human blood. Thomas woke with a gasp, his breath hitching in the straw pallet of his cell, the damp wool of his...

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