The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was of teeth. Not human teeth, but the jagged, iron-crowned molars of a mill. They ground slowly in the dark. Margaret woke with the taste of rust in her mouth. The air in the room was still. It held the scent of coal dust and old wool. She sat up. The sheets were cool. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a gray blanket of soot. She went to the window. The glass was thick. It...

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