The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream always began with the smell of wet ash and the distant, rhythmic thrumming of the city’s heartbeats, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of old Thomas Bradshaw’s bones before he even opened his eyes. In the slumber, he stood at the edge of the Great Canal, the water black and still as polished obsidian, reflecting a skyline that was not quite the skyline he knew, but a ghost of it,...

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