The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is thick. It is cold. You are lying in a bed that does not exist. The sheets are white, but they feel like wet sand. You sit up. Your hands are in front of you. They are not your hands. They are pale. They are smooth. They have no scars. You look at them for a long time. They are beautiful. They are wrong. This is the city of Oakhaven. Or what...

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