The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You are wearing the coat. It is heavy. Wool. Dark green. It smells of damp stone and old iron. You pull the collar up. The wind cuts. It cuts deep. You do not shiver. You have forgotten how to shiver. The sky is wrong. It is not blue. It is the color of a bruise. Purple. Gray. It hangs low over the city. The smokestacks spit thick clouds. They do not rise. They spread. They cover the sun. You...

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