The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fire started in the basement. Not with a roar, but with a sigh. A long, wet exhalation that turned the brickwork red. Elias stood on the third floor. He watched the smoke curl through the ventilation shafts. It smelled of ozone and burnt copper. The city outside was silent. The rain had stopped. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of wet ash. Elias touched the wall. The plaster was...

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