The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream always tastes of ash and iron. You wake in the narrow bunk of your Ministry dormitory, your mouth dry, the phantom flavor of black bread clinging to your tongue like a secret. It is the third night in a row, and the fear that wakes you is not of the dream itself, but of the hands you see in the mirror. The skin on your knuckles is peeling, not with dryness, but with a slow, gray rot...

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