The Faded Ruin

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2026-08-17 13:03:06 -

The Faded Ruin

The train did not stop at the platform where the gates were supposed to be, but it kept moving, the wheels singing a high, thin note against the iron rails that stretched into a grey, featureless void. I sat in the corner of the car, my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the pale light that seeped through the filthy windows. There was no other passenger. There was...

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