The Faded Ruin
You leave the city behind you. It sinks into the fog. You do not look back. The road is gravel. The sky is low. You are walking. Your legs burn. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. This is the edge. Beyond this point, the map ends. Beyond this point, you are no one. You are a ghost in your own skin. You carry a bag. It is light. It contains nothing of value. Only clothes. Only a knife. Only a...
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