The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The frost cracked the windowpane. It shattered inward. Glass sprayed across the floor. Margaret stood still. She held a cup of cold tea. The steam was gone. The room was dark. Outside, the snow fell hard. It buried the yard. It buried the road. It buried the world. Margaret was the keeper of the house. The house breathed. It had lungs of stone. It had a heart of iron. The walls sweated...

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