The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dampness in Cell 409 did not smell of rot, but of ozone and wet chalk, a scent that settled into the pores of the skin and stayed there, tasting of copper and old paper. Elias sat on the cold concrete floor, his knees drawn to his chest, the chipped ceramic bowl resting in his lap like a sleeping animal. Inside the bowl, a single patch of moss clung to the clay, its green so vibrant it...

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