The Faded Ruin
The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It slicked the cobblestones of the old market square, turning the world into a blur of water and stone. Elias stood still. He watched the drop hit the ground. He watched it vanish. He did not blink. His uniform was heavy. The wool soaked through. It clung to his ribs like wet skin. The fabric was dark blue. Once it had been bright. Now it was the color of...
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