The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was a wash of gray wool and the smell of damp earth. You stood in the center of the town square, a place where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of shuffling feet, and you held a single, threadbare coat in your hands. It was your coat, or perhaps it was the coat of the man who had worn it before you, the one whose name had been scratched out of the ledger by a careless,...

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