The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, wet sound, like a throat clearing. Elias stood in the courtyard. The air tasted of rust and wet wool. He adjusted his collar. The cloth was thin. It offered no warmth. It offered no shame. Only existence. The factory loomed above him. Brick, soot, and silence. The windows were blind. They had been blind for forty years. Or perhaps longer. Time here was not a...

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