The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bus smelled of wet wool and ozone. Kael pressed his forehead against the cold glass. Outside, the city bled gray into the sky. Rain. Always rain. It slicked the streets into black mirrors. They reflected nothing. Or everything. He looked down at his hands. Small. Pale. Clenched tight. In his pocket, a stone. Smooth. Cold. Heavy. He had picked it up at the edge of the Sector. A place where...

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