The Faded Ruin
The ration bar melted in my hand. It was hot. Too hot. I looked at my fingers. The skin was peeling. White paper. "Drop it," said Thomas. I did not drop it. I held it up. The wrapper was silver. It had words on it. I could not read the words. The heat blistered my palm. A bubble formed. It popped. A small white scar appeared. "Eleanor," he said. My name. It sounded like a stone falling into...
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