The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hammer strikes. The bone cracks. You hear it. A wet snap. You feel it. The vibration travels up your arm. It stops at your shoulder. It does not go further. You do not cry out. You never cry out here. The room is small. The air is thick. It smells of iron. It smells of old blood. It smells of fear. You are the warden. You are the doctor. You are the executioner. You are the man. The man in...

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