The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the house is thick with the scent of damp wool and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. You stand in the center of the drawing room, your hands clasped so tightly behind your back that your knuckles have gone white, the bones grinding against each other in a silent protest that echoes the tension in the walls. It is a Tuesday evening,...

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