The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall smelled of wet wool and boiled turnips. It was a feast. Not for food. For facts. We sat in rows of iron chairs. The floor was cold tile. Marcus sat to my left. His hands were shaking. He held a spoon like a sword. "Did you see him?" I whispered. Marcus nodded. His eyes were red. "Who?" "The man in the gray coat. He took the book from Old Man Halloway." Halloway was our teacher. He was...

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