The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The road was red clay. It bled under the tires. Silas walked. His hands were fists. They shook. Not from cold. From rage. The air tasted of iron. He carried a box. It was heavy. Wood. Metal. Inside was a mirror. No, not glass. A shard. A piece of his left hand. He had lost the fingers in the storm. The storm of the Ministry. They called it a glitch. A system error. The machines had crushed him....

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