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By coralwhite
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On the Eve of the Dust Storm
The last of the evening birdsongs were overwhelmed by the static of insects. The noise echoed in the narrow crucible between the mountains, a place that should have been a haven but, as it was, served only to collect layers of dust from the nearby peaks. However, as with all ungodly places, we will always find an inhabitant.
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