The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a ceiling of lead, a constant, rhythmic tapping against the single pane of glass that separated Julian Vane from the gray void of the city. He sat in his cubicle, a pale rectangle of laminate and wire, and watched a moth batter itself against the light of his desk lamp. The creature’s wings were torn, frayed at the edges like old lace,...

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