The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The frost had not yet taken the garden, but it had taken the light. It was a grey, watery morning, the kind that hangs in the air like a held breath. Elias sat in the chair by the window, his hands resting on the arms, knuckles white. He watched the wisteria. It was dead, or nearly so, stripped to bare, gnarled bones against the slate sky. A year ago, it had been a cascade of violet, heavy with...

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