The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fog in Sector 4 did not smell of rain or rot. It smelled of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and made his teeth ache. He stood at the edge of the perimeter wall, his rifle slung low, watching the grey murk pulse against the rusted iron bars. The wall was cracking. Not falling, not yet, but weeping hairline fractures that glowed with a...

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