The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same, a recurring script of ash and silence that Margaret woke from with the taste of copper on her tongue. She lay in the narrow cot of the outpost, the walls humming with the low, electric thrum of the containment field, and watched the dust motes dance in the beam of a single, flickering lamp. Outside, the sky was not black but a bruised, sickly violet, choked by the...

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