The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train leaves at dawn. I tell myself it is merely logistics, a matter of schedules and tracks, but I know it is a severance. My brother, Arthur, stands on the platform, his face pale as the mist clinging to the eucalyptus trees that line the valley. He holds a small, rusted key in his hand. It is the key to the Archive, the place where I have worked for thirty years, the place that has...

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