The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The old man’s hands shook, not from the cold, though the draft whistling through the cracks in the double-paned glass was sharp enough to bite through wool, but from the sheer, terrible weight of the object resting on the scarred oak table between us. I watched the tremor travel up his wrists, into the pale, map-like network of veins that surfaced under his skin like frozen rivers, and I knew,...

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