The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had turned the borderland mud into a thick, sucking paste that seemed determined to swallow Elias whole. He sat hunched against the root of a dead oak, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands wrapped tightly around the clay vessel resting in his lap. It was a small, unglazed pot, cracked down the side, holding the last of his sister’s ashes. Elias was thirty-two, a scribe for the...

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