The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Three hundred and twelve stitches in the lining of my coat. I counted them as I buttoned the heavy wool, each pull of the thread a small, sharp pain in the left side of my chest. The debt was due at midnight. Forty-two years of service, and the State had finally decided my heart was worth more than my pension. It beat like a bad clock, skipping seconds, demanding I stop, demanding I lie down. I...

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