The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The brass nameplate on the door of the guardhouse had been polished until it was nearly invisible, a smooth, golden scar where the letters used to be. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hand resting lightly on the cold iron of his revolver, and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of pale winter light that cut through the high window. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and the faint,...

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