The Faded Ruin
You are wiping the rust from the barrel of your service rifle, the cloth moving in slow, circular strokes against the steel. The metal is cold, colder than it should be for a room this size, and your fingers are numb from the work. You are Elias. You are thirty-two. You are a border guard in the gray city of Oren, and you have six days left on your contract to pay off your mother’s medical...
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