The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I dreamt of the moss. It grew in my lungs, thick and green, swallowing the air before I could exhale. I woke gasping, the sheet twisted around my ankles like a vine. The room was cold. It was always cold. My name is Arthur Vane, and I am a botanist at the Institute of Natural Preservation. We do not study nature. We contain it. The sun did not rise here. It was simulated, a pale, sickly white...

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