The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain has been falling for three days, turning the cobblestones of Ashworth into a slick, weeping mirror that reflects the gaslights in distorted, trembling ribbons. You stand on the corner of Mill Street, your coat soaked through to the skin, watching the crowd flow past you like a gray river. They do not see you. They never do. To them, you are just another shadow in the damp, another...

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