The Faded Ruin
The light in the archive room was thin, a pale gray sliver cutting through the dust motes that hung suspended in the cold air, and you counted the hours by the slow creep of that shadow across the floorboards, knowing that by the time it reached the third beam, the sun would be down and the wind would pick up, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and hunger from the streets below. You were Elias,...
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