The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The house was dying of us, not because we had broken its bones or shattered its glass, but because we had forgotten how to breathe in its rooms, a slow suffocation that settled into the wallpaper like a stain that no amount of scrubbing could lift, and I stood in the hallway with the key in my hand, a key that felt too heavy for my pocket, too cold against my skin, while the clock in the parlor...

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