The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was drying on the page, a slow and viscous process that seemed to mirror the stagnation of the years I had spent in the library. I sat in the dim light of the study, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic taste of the silence that had settled over our house. Outside, the wind rattled the windowpanes, a sound like dry bones clicking together, but I did not look...

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