The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I dreamt of the trees. They stood in a line against the grey sky. Unmoved. Unchanging. I woke with my breath in my lungs. The air was thin. It tasted of iron and dust. I sat up. My hands shook. They were always shaking now. The tremor in the fingers. The numbness in the toes. It started at the edges. It moved inward. I looked at the window. The world outside was still. The trees were still...

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