The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey mist that smelled of wet iron and the particular, stale sweetness of rotting leaves. It was the kind of morning that erased the horizon, leaving the world reduced to a few dozen yards of visibility, a suffocating bubble of damp air that pressed against the skin like a heavy hand. Inside the station, the air was even thicker,...

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