The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elias drifted in a dream that smelled of ozone and wet concrete, a place where the sky was not blue but a bruised purple, and the buildings did not stand upright but leaned against one another like exhausted soldiers. In this hallucination, he was not a boy of fourteen but an old man, his fingers interlaced with those of a woman whose face he could never quite see, only the texture of her skin,...

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