The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell on the iron rails like a shroud, cold and relentless, washing the rust into the mud of the trackside. Elias stood by the open window of the sleeper car, his hand resting on the cold iron frame, watching the landscape dissolve into a grey smear. He was not supposed to be here. The order had been clear: hold the line at the Northern Gate until the relief convoy arrived, or die in...

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