The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast is over. The tables are bare. You sit in the center of the room, a square of concrete floor that hums with a low, electric vibration. Around you, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet dust. It is a scent you know by heart, a smell that lives in the back of your throat, in the marrow of your bones. You are a soldier. Or you were. The distinction has blurred, much like the...

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