The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the mud of the labor camp into a sucking, brown paste that held the boots of every man who walked it, and I stood in the center of the yard, my hands shaking not from the cold but from the fresh, hot trickle of blood that was already beginning to form behind my left ear, a symptom I had hidden for three years with...

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