The Faded Ruin
The road is broken. You walk it. Mud clings to your boots. It is wet. It is cold. The sky is a low, grey lid. You are walking. You have been walking for three days. Your brother is gone. His name was Thomas. He is a prisoner. He is a sinner. You are not. Or so you tell yourself. You carry nothing but a small, iron box. It is heavy. It is cold. It is the only thing that matters. The village is...
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