The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in the city does not fall; it hangs. It is a suspended grey veil that soaks into the wool of your coat, turning the fabric heavy, cold, and distinct against your skin. You are standing in the square, the wet cobblestones slick beneath your boots, listening to the hum of the surveillance drones that drift overhead like lazy, indifferent wasps. You are not alone. Or rather, you are not...

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