The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wall cracked. It split down the center. A jagged line. White plaster. Red brick behind. I saw the brick. It was still warm. I touched it. The dust fell. It coated my fingers. It tasted like iron. Like old blood. This is the year of the Silence. Or so they call it. The City Council decreed it. No more words. Only thoughts. Only the hum of the machinery. The machinery that keeps us safe. The...

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