The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mud is cold. It seeps into your boots. You feel it there. A wet, heavy weight. It is not just water. It is time. It is the slow rot of the world. You are holding it. You are holding the fern. It is green. It is alive. It pulses against your palm. A tiny, frantic beat. Like a heart. Like yours. But yours is failing. The spear is in your ribs. You do not bleed. Not yet. The blood is still. It...

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