The Faded Ruin
The ash fell like snow upon the cobblestones of the infirmary yard, a fine, grey powder that choked the lungs and settled into the crevices of the stone, erasing the lines between the dirt and the mortar, creating a monochromatic hush that suggested the world had finally exhaled its last breath and ceased to care about the distinction between life and death, between the guilty and the innocent,...
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