The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall of the Holloway Estate did not smell of food, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a secret too large to keep. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for time in the valley had lost its linear rigidity, stretching and compressing like taffy pulled by invisible hands, and the guests sat at the long mahogany table with the glazed,...

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