The Faded Ruin

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2026-08-18 15:47:14 -

The Faded Ruin

The feast is cold. You sit at the head of the long oak table. The candles have burned down to nubs. The wax pools on the stone floor. It is thick and white. It looks like bone. Your son, Julian, sits opposite you. He is seven. He is quiet. He does not eat. He watches you with eyes that are too old for his face. The hall is vast. The ceiling is lost in shadow. The walls are bare. The air is...

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