The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The taste of rusted iron and wet clay clung to the back of Silas’s throat, a metallic film that no amount of spit could wash away. He stood at the edge of the ravine, where the fog rolled in thick and gray from the industrial wastes below, obscuring the jagged teeth of the old smelting towers. In his hand, he held the satchel. It was heavy, not with weight, but with the specific, vibrating...

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