The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain woven from the exhalations of the smelters and the weeping of the birch trees that still clung to the edge of the town, their white bark now stained with the soot of an industry that had long since swallowed the sky whole. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold of the infirmary, the heavy oak door behind him groaning in protest...

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