The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bread was black. Not the rich, toasted brown of a hearth-baked loaf, but a deep, charcoal void, dense as wet earth. It sat on the silver plate, uncut, waiting. Thomas Bradshaw woke with the taste of ash on his tongue. He did not open his eyes. To open them would be to acknowledge the light, and the light in the City of St. Jude’s was a harsh, interrogating white that offered no shadows in...

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