The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

In the high desert, the wind does not ask permission before it strips the paint from the siding. Pietro Orsini stood in the doorway of the livestock inspection office, his hands wrapped in the thick, oil-stained leather gloves of his late father, watching the dust settle on the ledger where his signature was already fading. The lease on the building was up, and the rent had doubled, a fact that...

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