The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wool is tight against your skin, a second flesh that breathes with your own labored rhythm. It is a coat of heavy, undyed fleece, stiff with the dust of the road and the salt of the valley, but you do not feel the cold. You feel only the weight of it, the suffocating hug that has become the only part of you that is truly yours. You are walking, or perhaps you are being carried by the...

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