The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The clock in the square struck three. It did not strike once. It struck repeatedly, a jagged tearing of the air that sounded like bone snapping under a hammer. Elias woke. His hands were wet. He looked at them. The skin was translucent. He could see the black veins pulsing beneath, thick as ropes, moving against the will of the body. He sat up. The room was cold. The walls were sweating....

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