The Faded Ruin
The roof gives way. Dust plummets like snow. You are standing in the kitchen. The stone floor cracks. The air tastes of iron. You do not run. Running is for those who have something left to lose. You have nothing. You are the Keeper. You are old. Your knees ache in the rain. They are always raining. The storm outside is not weather. It is the world breaking. You look at the table. The bread is...
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