The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in the valley does not fall; it is exhaled. It rises from the damp earth, a thick, grey mist that smells of wet iron and rotting apples, clinging to your coat like a second skin that refuses to be shed. You are standing at the edge of the quarantine zone, the mud sucking at your boots with a sound like a dying man’s last breath. You are a man of the law, or what remains of it in these...

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