The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

14 October. The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it hangs. It is a grey, static curtain that turns the world into a blur of wet concrete and rusted iron. I stand at the North Gate, my hand resting on the cold steel of the watchtower railing, watching the wire stretch out into the murk. I am thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last six years guarding this line. My job is simple: keep them...

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