The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey sheet that turned the estate’s cobblestones into a slick mirror. I sat by the window, watching the water drip from the eaves, and I felt the weight of the silence pressing against my ribs. My daughter, Lily, was six. She had been six for two years. Since the evacuation, the registry had been the only thing that proved she existed. The State...

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