The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bells of St. Jude’s rang for the third hour. They did not sound like metal. They sounded like grinding teeth. Silas stood by the window. He was nine years old. His hands were raw. The skin peeled back in white ribbons. He looked at them. He counted the lines. He knew the rules. Rule one. Keep the hands clean. Rule two. Keep the eyes down. Rule three. The hand is the temple. The hand is the...

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