The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hits the tin roof of the station like a thousand tiny hammers. You stand in the corridor. The air smells of wet wool and coal dust. It is the year 1924. The town of Harrowgate is grey. The factories smoke. The people are quiet. You are quiet. You hold the coat. It is brown. It is wool. It is torn at the elbow. It was his. He is gone. He is not dead. He is just not here. He is in the...

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