The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The coat hung on the hook. It was red. Once. Now it was the color of dried blood. I touched it. The fabric crumbled. Dust fell like snow. I was twelve. My name was Elias. I lived in the Block. The air smelled of rust. And ozone. And fear. The Block was a cube. Concrete. Gray. We lived in the center. The walls were thick. The ceiling was low. No windows. Only lights. They hummed. A low drone. It...

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