The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gates of the Sanatorium were locked. They were always locked. Margaret stood in the courtyard, her hands trembling against the cold metal. She held a small glass vial. It was empty. It had been full that morning. Now it was just glass and dust. Edward was inside. He was always inside. "Margaret," a voice called from the shadows. "Stop standing there. You look like a ghost." It was...

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