The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wind off the ridge carried the smell of wet ash and old iron before the first light broke over the eastern hills, a scent that Elias Thorne knew well from his years in the border checkpoints, where the air always tasted of burnt rubber and fear. He sat on the cold ground, his back against the rusted hull of an overturned tractor, watching the gray spots spread across his left knee like mold...

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