The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mortar is wet. It smells of iron and wet stone, a taste that coats the back of your throat, metallic and thick. You are Elias, forty-two, a mason in the gray city, and you want to finish this wall before the curfew. The first sign of the opposing force is the crack in the mortar, a thin line like a vein, bleeding dust. You ignore it. Your trowel scrapes against the brick, a dry, grating...

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