The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and industrial disinfectant. It was a sharp, chemical scent that cut through the heavy air, hanging in the rafters above the long tables where the townspeople sat in rigid silence. Arthur Hale sat at the head of the table, his hands folded over a plate of grey, flavorless mash. He watched the steam rise from the food. It curled like a ghost, thin and...

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