The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wall had a pulse. I could feel it in the soles of my shoes, a low, rhythmic thrumming that traveled up through the floorboards and into my bones, steady as a sleeping heart. It was not the building’s heartbeat, for buildings do not sleep, nor do they wake with a groan that smells of wet chalk and old blood. It was something else. Something alive. I sat in the corner of the room, my hands...

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