The Faded Ruin

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2026-08-20 17:51:55 -

The Faded Ruin

The rain fell in sheets, grey and relentless, against the blackened windows of the transit car. We were moving north, toward the border, though the borders had ceased to be lines on a map and had become scars in the earth. I held my rifle across my knees. The wood was slick with moisture and something darker. My hands shook. Not from cold. The cold was a distant thing, a memory of winter that...

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