The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The cough came in three sharp rips, tearing the air from Elias Thorne’s lungs and depositing a bright, rust-colored smear on the white handkerchief. He looked at the blood, then at the view beyond the glass: the grey sprawl of the industrial district, choked by smokestacks that bled poison into a sky the color of wet slate. It was 1924, and the regime that had built this border, and the men who...

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