The Faded Ruin

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2026-08-18 17:25:36 -

The Faded Ruin

The sky broke open on a Tuesday. It was not rain. It was ash. Thick, grey flakes of it, falling like snow that had forgotten how to melt. I watched them settle on the cobblestones of the market square in Ashworth. They buried the flower stalls. They choked the mouths of the horses. People did not scream. They simply stood, hands raised, letting the grey dust coat their skin, their hair, their...

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