The Faded Ruin
The heavy wool of the coat had begun to rot in the damp cellar, the fibers unraveling into a gray, fibrous mist that clung to the walls and the floor, a silent accumulation of decay that mirrored the slow, inevitable disintegration of the mind itself. Elias stood in the center of the room, his back against the cold stone, listening to the rain hammer against the high, narrow windows of the...
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