The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train to the capital does not wait. You know this. You have always known this. The brass bell rings, a thin, sharp sound that cuts through the morning fog, and the doors hiss shut. You stand on the platform, your hand still raised, fingers spread as if you could catch the smoke before it dissolves into the gray sky. Your wife, Clara, is not on the platform. She is inside the carriage,...

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