The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The road climbed steeply into the mist. Miles walked. The air tasted of iron. It was cold. His boots were wet. He carried nothing. No bag. No food. Only his coat. It was thin. It was brown. It was old. He was tired. His name was Elias. He was a clerk. He counted ledgers. He signed papers. He lived in a small room. Above a bakery. The smell of bread was gone now. The mountain smelled of rot. He...

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