The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ash fell like grey snow, settling on the shoulders of my uniform, a fine, cold powder that tasted of sulfur and old regret. I stood at the edge of the crater where the village of Oakhaven used to be, watching the smoke curl upward in thin, defiant ribbons, while the wind stripped the last of the leaves from the skeletal oaks. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had lost its rigid...

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