The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wall bled rust. Not blood. Iron oxide. It seeped from the joinery where the plaster met the brick. I wiped it with a rag. The red stain lingered. I was a soldier once. Or I thought I was. The uniform hung in the closet. It fit me wrong now. Too tight across the shoulders. Too loose in the thighs. My body had changed. Or the room had. The house remembered what I had forgotten. Sarah stood by...

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