The Faded Ruin
I woke up with blood in my mouth. It tasted like copper and old pennies. I spat it out onto the cold stone floor. It was dark. Too dark. The air smelled of rotting meat and wet ash. I was alive. I knew I was alive because I was in pain. My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pounding behind my eyes. I reached for the wall. It was slick. Slime? No. Sweat. Someone’s sweat. Or maybe mine. I didn’t...
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