The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hits the glass. It is cold. You feel it on your skin. You are in the car. The engine hums. A low, steady drone. You are driving. You must drive. The road is wet. The tires hiss. They slice through the water. You keep your hands on the wheel. Your knuckles are white. You are a soldier. Not of war. Of order. You serve the State. The State is clean. The State is bright. It has no dirt. It...

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