The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The collar was high. It was stiff. It pressed against the throat like a question that had no answer. Elias Thorne adjusted it, the fabric scratching against skin that felt too thin, too translucent. He stood in the center of the study, a room of mahogany and dust, where the air smelled of old paper and decay. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, the color of a hematoma. The house breathed. It...

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