The Faded Ruin
You dream of the wall. It is high. It is white. It has no top. You climb. Your fingers find the seams. The mortar is cold. It is the color of bone. You do not remember why you are climbing. You only know you must reach the other side. You are a soldier. You have been a soldier for a long time. Your uniform is gray. It is soaked with sweat. You are tired. The dream is loud. You hear the wind. It...
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