The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate was not locked, only rusted shut, and the sound of my axe striking the metal was a sharp, percussive cry that cut through the grey, static-filled air of the Wastes. I did not look back. To look back was to admit that the thing I had fled was still chasing me, and the thing I had fled was the memory of my mother’s hands, soft as flour-dusted skin, pressing a piece of cold bread...

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