The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You wake in the dark. The air is thick. It smells of ozone and wet stone. You are in a room. It is small. The walls are close. They press in. You remember your name. Elias Thorne. You are a clockmaker. Or you were. Now you are a prisoner. Or a guest. The distinction is lost. You lie on the floor. Your back aches. The pain is sharp. It is a good pain. It is real. The door opens. Light floods in....

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