The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same, a long table set for a hundred guests in a hall that smelled of yeast and old wood. I was sitting at the head, and before me lay a bowl of grey paste, thick and uniform, the color of wet ash. I reached for it, but my hand passed through the surface, and the taste of it flooded my mouth, a metallic tang that coated my tongue and settled in my stomach. I woke with...

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