The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The glass is gone. Only the shards remain. They lie in the dust of the cellar, a mosaic of broken light. I am Arthur. I am a maker. I make things that do not break. That was the promise. That was the lie. The city above screams. It is the sound of industry. It is the sound of hunger. The machines never sleep. The men never sleep. We are fuel. We are gears. I am a gear that has slipped. I climb...

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