The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of steam and iron. Elias lay on his back on the cold tile floor of the infirmary, staring at the ceiling where the pipes groaned with the weight of the city’s pressure. In the dream, he was not in the infirmary. He was in the market, holding a wheel of cheese, the rind sharp and white, the scent of it pungent and alive. It was a food that did not...

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