The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The salt crusted in the creases of my knuckles, a white grit that no amount of spitting could dislodge, and I watched the grey dust settle on the floor of the barracks with the slow, indifferent rhythm of snowfall. It was the third day before Mara’s reclamation, and the air in the Grey Zone tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made every breath feel...

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