The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wool was wet. It clung to Elara’s ribs like a second, heavier skin, smelling of rain and old ash. She held the shawl tight. It was not a garment of warmth, but of weight. A grey thing, frayed at the edges, stitched with a pattern that looked like birds in flight if one squinted hard enough, or perhaps just the random scatter of stars. She had worn it for three years. Before that, it had...

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