The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train cut through the grey mist like a blade through wet wool. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the industrial sprawl of Oakhaven blur past. Smokestacks rose like broken fingers, pointing accusingly at a sky that had forgotten the sun. I was a captain. That was all I was. A badge on a chest, a voice in a room. But here, in this place, I was just a man carrying a secret...

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