The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered the cobblestones of the lower district, turning the streets into rivers of black sludge and oil. Elias stood under the awning of a shuttered shop. He did not look up. He watched his own hands. They were trembling. The tremor started in the fingers. It moved up the wrists. It settled in the elbows. It was a deep, rhythmic shaking. Like a machine...

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