The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fern was dry, brittle as old paper, its fronds curled into tight, dark spirals. Arthur Vane held it in his left hand, the stem snapping under his thumb with a sound like a small bone breaking. In his right hand, he held his wife’s wrist. Elara looked at the specimen, then at him, her eyes wide with a confusion that bordered on fear. She did not pull away. She never pulled away. The kitchen...

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