The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The tea is cold. You know it is cold. You have held the cup for twenty minutes, the ceramic burning your palms, yet the liquid inside has lost its heat. It sits still. It does not shimmer. It looks like dirty water. You look at it. You do not drink. Outside the window, the rain hits the glass. Soft taps. A rhythm you cannot count. You are in the Hall. The room is large. The ceiling is high. The...

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