The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The glass was cold against his cheek, a jagged shard of blue-green twilight that had not been part of the window but had been born from its violent death, and as he lay there in the dark of the attic, the dust motes dancing in the single beam of moonlight that pierced the boarded-up shutter, Martin realized with a clarity that was almost painful that he had been holding the pieces together for...

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