The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The glass tumbler sat on the table. It was empty. Mara held it. Her fingers were cold. The city outside was loud. It was a wall of sound. Sirens. Tires on wet asphalt. The hum of the grid. It pressed against the windowpane. She looked at the tumbler. It was clear. It was simple. It had no pattern. It was just glass. It held nothing but air. The door opened. It did not knock. It never knocked....

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