The Faded Ruin
"The wall is thin." Silas looked at his hand. It was steady. He had been steady for forty years. Now it trembled. He set the glass down. The water inside rippled. "Did you hear me?" Elise asked. "Yes." She stood by the window. The glass was dark. Outside, the city burned. Not with fire. With light. A cold, blue light. It pulsed like a heart. The new grid. The Quiet. Silas looked at his left...
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