The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain woven from the breath of the earth, settling into the hollows of the valley with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like judgment. Thomas Bradshaw moved through the mud with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who had long ago ceased to expect the ground to hold him, his boots sinking into the slick clay of the old road...

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