The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The tower stood. It did not lean. It did not crumble. It waited in the grey rain, a slab of concrete and rebar rising from the mud of the valley floor. Margaret stood before it. She wore her uniform. The fabric was wet. The wool clung to her skin, cold and heavy. She felt the weight of the badge on her chest. It was iron. It was real. Behind her, the mist swirled. It was not mist. It was the...

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