The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hit the window. Hard. It staccato against the glass. A rhythm. A threat. Elias sat at the desk. His hands were still. Too still. He held the pen. The nib hovered. One millimeter above the paper. The ink was black. Deep. Like the void in his eye. He wrote one word. *Justice.* The paper was white. It looked like snow. Or bone. He underlined it. Hard. The pen tore the fiber. A small...

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