The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was black. "Look at it," Elias said. He tapped the glass case with a knuckle that had lost its pinkness. "It’s not red. It’s never been red. It’s just black." Mara stared. Her hands were shaking. Not from the cold. The cold was a thin thing, a draft that slid under the heavy oak doors of the Ward. It was the other thing. The thing that lived in her chest, a knot of wire and rust. "Black...

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