The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The pocket watch in Elias Thorne’s left breast pocket had begun to tick backward again, a faint, dry ratcheting that vibrated against his ribs like a trapped insect, signaling to him that the letter he was currently holding in his trembling hands was a lie, or at least, that the intent behind its polite rejection was a deception of the highest order. It was the autumn of 1924, and the city of...

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