The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Dreams do not care about geography. In the one, Colonel Elias Thorne stood in a field of white ash, the sky a bruised purple that offered no stars. He was holding a rifle, but it was made of bone, light as a wish and heavy as a guillotine. Across the field, a figure mirrored his stance. The face was his own, but older, stripped of the uniform, stripped of the rank, stripped of the name. The...

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