The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The tea is cold. It has been cold for three days. You stir it with a silver spoon, the metal dull against the ceramic rim. The liquid is thick, viscous, a sludge of forgotten leaves and stale air. You do not drink. You hold the cup in both hands, feeling the residual warmth that is no longer there. You are in the basement. The walls are damp. The air smells of mildew and old paper. Outside, the...

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