The Faded Ruin
The air in the dormitory smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood. You sat on the edge of your narrow bed, the springs groaning softly under the shift of your weight, while the silence of the institution pressed against your ears like a physical weight. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, barred windows, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of the wind. You were...
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