The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the dream already dissolving into the grey static of the morning. It was not a nightmare, exactly, but a remembering. I had been standing in a field of white ash, holding a child’s hand. The child had no face, only a smooth, featureless expanse of skin, and it was pulling me toward a horizon that did not exist. When I opened my eyes, the...

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