The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke to the smell of coal dust. It was thick in the air, a grey fog that tasted of iron and old sweat. I lay in the narrow cot in the barracks, staring at the water-stained ceiling. The plaster was peeling in long, curled strips. It looked like dried skin. I tried to remember the dream. It was already fading, slipping through my fingers like wet sand. I only remembered the sound. A low,...

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