The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dust in the city of Oakhaven did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a fine gray powder that coated the tongue with the taste of iron and old stone. I walked with my head low, my shoulders hunched against the weight of the sky, which was not blue but a bruised, permanent violet. We were the Unwritten, the ones who had failed the census of the mind, and our fate was to...

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