The Faded Ruin
The concrete had turned to glass, or perhaps it was just the way the light hit it at this hour, that sickly, electric blue that made my eyes water and my teeth ache in a rhythm that wasn’t quite mine, a thrumming that started in the marrow and worked its way up to the scalp until I could feel the air itself vibrating against my skin like a taut drum skin that had been struck too many times and...
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