The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke with the taste of iron and damp wool in my mouth. The dream had been simple, a recurring loop of walking through a field of black glass where every step cracked the surface, sending shards flying into the dark. I lay in the narrow cot in the warden’s quarters, listening to the wind rattle the shutters of Oakhaven. The town was waking. I could hear the creak of hinges, the scrape of...

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