The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train rattled. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Not from cold. From fear. From the weight of what I carried. It was not a bag. It was a memory. A heavy, wet thing. It sat in my chest. It breathed. It beat. Like a second heart. I am an exile. I am a ghost. I am here. But I am not here. The city outside was gray. Gray sky. Gray rain. Gray buildings. They looked like teeth. Bared and...

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