The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air tasted of copper and old rain. "Cut it, Margot." The voice came from everywhere. It was soft. It was hard. Margot held the shears. Her hands shook. The vine before her pulsed. It was not a vine. It was a vein. "Look at it," she said. Her voice was thin. Like wire. "Look at yourself." The man stood behind her. He wore a coat of grey mist. His face was a blur. But his eyes were sharp....

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