The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain of water suspended in the air above the glass dome, shimmering with a cold, metallic light. Elara wiped the condensation from the pane with her sleeve. The cloth was coarse. It chafed her skin. She looked out. Nothing moved. The world beyond the glass was a blur of wet stone and dead grass. Inside, the air smelled of dust and old iron. The...

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