The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The silk was tearing. I could hear it, a sound like a dry leaf crumbling underfoot, but magnified, resonant in the hollows of my chest where the air was too thin to breathe and too heavy to move. My fingers, white-knuckled and trembling, gripped the hem of the garment that had once been my mother’s, now stretched across the jagged, obsidian cliff edge of the world we had fallen into. The wind...

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