The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wind tore at the coat. Marek pulled the collar higher. It did not help. The cold was a living thing here. It bit. It chewed. It tasted of rust and old blood. He looked at the map. The lines were blurred. Ink smeared by sweat. Or rain. "Are you lost, detective?" The voice came from the shadows. Low. Rough. Like gravel under a boot. Marek turned. A man stood there. Tall. Thin as a wire. Eyes...

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