The Faded Ruin
The wall broke at dawn. It did not crumble. It did not rot. It simply ceased to be opaque. I watched it happen from my cell. The concrete, thick and grey, turned to light. Not a hole. Not a crack. A transmutation. The stone became glass, then air, then nothing. I pressed my hand against it. My fingers passed through. I am Arthur. I have been here for three years. The city is above. The sky is a...
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