The Faded Ruin
You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. It is a familiar metallic tang. It sits on your tongue like a coin you cannot spend. You are in the clinic. The walls are white. The light is white. Everything is stripped down to the bone. Thomas is beside you. He does not sleep. He watches the monitors. His eyes are red. He looks at you. You look at him. The air is thick. It presses against...
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