The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You dream again of the wool. It is a heavy, gray thing, smelling of damp earth and lanolin, draped over the shoulders of a woman who does not have a face. In the dream, the fabric is alive, shifting like a living skin, absorbing the light until the room goes dark. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, your fingers twitching as if you are still gripping the rough weave. The air in the...

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