The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The coughing fit came on like a storm. It tore through the chest, a jagged tear in the fabric of the lung, until the breath returned in ragged, shuddering gasps. I sat on the edge of the iron bedframe. The room was small. The walls were lined with books, but they looked like dead leaves, brittle and brown. The air tasted of dust and rust. My hands were trembling. They were always trembling...

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