The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train cut through the grey morning like a blade through fog. Elias Vance sat by the window, his knuckles white, gripping the iron railing. The rhythm of the wheels was a hammer blow against his skull. He was going to the Foundry. He had to go. His sister, Clara, was waiting there. Or rather, her absence was waiting. The letter had been brief. Two lines. *Come. It is time.* No signature....

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