The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train cut through the fog like a blade through wet wool, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the iron tracks serving as the only metronome in a world that had forgotten how to breathe. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my uniform pressed tight against my ribs, the brass buttons cold against my fingertips, watching the gray landscape dissolve into a mist so thick it felt less like...

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