The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The walls breathed. That was the first thing I told myself. Not that they shifted, or groaned, or wept dampness into the floorboards. They breathed. In and out. A slow, rhythmic expansion of the plaster and the stone. I sat in the center of the room. The light was gray. It had been gray for years. Or perhaps minutes. Time here did not move in lines. It pooled. It stagnated. I held the ledger....

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