The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell tolls. Once. Twice. Three times. You feel the vibration in your teeth. In your marrow. You are still at your desk. The ink is wet. You have not moved. The air tastes of iron and old paper. It is the year of the Ash. Or so they say. Time has lost its shape here. You know only the rhythm of the chimes. You know the weight of the pen. You know the face of the man who sits across from...

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