The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell in sheets, grey and cold, stripping the color from the world. Thomas Bradshaw walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He carried a rifle. The stock was worn smooth by years of hands. His hands were raw. The wind cut through his coat. It was a thin coat. It had not been thick enough in winter. It was not thick enough in rain. He walked away from the settlement....

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