The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell not as water but as a fine, grey silt that coated the skin and settled into the crevices of the bones, a persistent, grinding dust that smelled of wet concrete and old iron, and you stood in the center of the plaza where the fountain had once sprayed clear, cold jets into the air, now dry and cracked, its basin filled with the debris of a world that had forgotten how to be soft....

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