The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke in the grey hum of the dormitory, the stone walls sweating with the dampness of a season that had never quite ended. The air tasted of iron and old dust. I was still in my uniform, the grey tunic stiff with sweat and the grime of the night patrol. My hands were shaking. They always shook when I woke from the dreams, the ones where the architecture of the town shifted, where the windows...

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