The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hits the pavement. It is cold. You feel it on your face. You are standing in the alley. The smell is wet asphalt and rust. You look down. You see the boots. They are muddy. They are your boots. You look at the sky. It is grey. It is always grey here. You are a man of the Law. Or so the papers say. The Law is a word. It has no weight. It is a ghost in a white shirt. You walk through the...

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