The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ash fell like gray snow on the border fence, coating the wire and the mud in a uniform, choking layer. I stood at the gate, my hand resting on the cold iron of the latch, listening to the silence that had grown teeth in Oakhaven. For three days, no one had spoken to me. Not the men I trained, not the elders who signed my pay, not even the dog that used to sleep at my boots. They called it a...

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