The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I My knee buckled as I drove the crowbar into the wet earth, the impact jarring my shoulder. The soil was black and slick, smelling of rot and old iron. I pulled the tool free, wiping the mud on my jeans. The rain had not stopped for three days. It found every hole in the roof of the prefab, a constant, cold drip that mapped the ceiling in dark, spreading circles. I needed to be here. I...

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