The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wind did not howl; it hissed, a high, thin sound that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow. Outside the iron grille of the watchtower, the world was a churning grey of sleet and ash, a landscape stripped to its bone by the long winter of the Collapse. Inside, the air was stale, recycled by the groaning lungs of the ventilation system, tasting of ozone and old metal. Silas...

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