The Faded Ruin
The jar sat on the counter. It was full. It had always been full. Miles stared at it. The glass was thick. The liquid inside was dark. It looked like tar. It looked like blood. It smelled of iron and rot. "You're staring again," said Jack. Jack stood by the door. He wore a gray coat. The coat was old. The coat was clean. Jack looked young. Jack looked free. Miles didn't answer. He picked up the...
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