The Faded Ruin
You wake with the taste of ash in your mouth. It is not a dream. It is the reality of the Sector. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You are a Warden. Your uniform is stiff with dried sweat and the grime of the barricades. The air is thin. It tastes of metal. You stand up. Your legs are heavy. You do not move quickly. Speed is for the young. You are old enough to know that stillness is power. The...
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