The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fog was thick. It tasted of rust. It tasted of old blood. I stood alone. The gate was high. Iron. Cold. It did not open. I was a keeper. That was my title. My rank. My lie. I wore the uniform. Blue wool. Heavy. It weighed me down. Like a shroud. Like a stone. I wore it for my brother. I wore it for his memory. I wore it for the law. Or what the law pretended to be. The world here was wrong....

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