The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hammered against the windshield of the armored transport, a rhythmic, violent drumming that matched the frantic pounding of my heart as I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. In my lap, the leather-bound journal of my sister, Mara, felt less like an object and more like a living thing, its cover cracked and faded from years of being carried, hidden, and clutched...

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