The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall. It was suspended. Millions of droplets hung in the air above the city of Oakhaven, a static gray curtain that smelled of ozone and old copper. They did not strike the pavement. They did not wet the hair. They simply waited, frozen in time, trapping the city in a perpetual, breathless afternoon. Elias Thorne stood before the glass wall of his cell. He was not looking at...

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