The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The castle was not a ruin. It was a wound. Miles stood in the courtyard. Rain lashed the stone. It was cold. Colder than winter. Colder than the street he had left. He looked up. The towers pierced the grey sky. They were black. They were alive. He had walked for three days. His shoes were wet. His feet bled. He did not care. He carried a bag. In the bag was bread. Stale. Hard. Like rock. He...

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