The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air tastes of copper and wet ash. You are on your knees. The floor is slick with something dark and viscous. It smells of burnt sugar and old iron. You do not look up. You look at your hands. They are trembling. The tremor is small. It is a bird trapped in a cage of bone. You are in the Hall of Records. The walls are high. They are made of stone. The stone is black. It is wet. It weeps. The...

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