The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same, a static loop of grey light and the smell of wet chalk dust. In the vision, I stood in the center of the town square, my hands bound with wire that hummed against my skin, while the faces of the neighbors swam around me like blurred oil paintings. They were not angry. They were not afraid. They were simply looking through me, as if I were a smudge on the...

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