The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old dust, wrapping the village of Oakhaven in a suffocating embrace that made every breath feel like a laborious struggle against the weight of the world. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the muddy track, his boots sinking into the soft earth with a sucking sound that echoed in the...

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