The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain slicked the cobblestones. We left the station. My brother held my arm. His grip was tight. Too tight. He looked at the clock. We were late. Not for the train. For the end. "Stop looking at it," he said. His voice was a rasp. "Just walk." I looked. The city was grey. Smoke hung low. It tasted of iron and ash. I was a man of the law. I wore the badge. I wore the doubt. I had served the...

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