The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was made of iron and rain. It fell on the city of Oakhaven. Not water. Liquid rust. It hissed against the cobblestones. The sky was a bruised purple. A bruise that would not heal. Thomas stood on the bridge. He wore his uniform. The brass buttons were cold. They bit into his skin. He held the rifle. His hands shook. The wood was wet. The metal was slick. Across the river, the crowd...

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