The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Jitka Dolezal had worked as a pawnshop window-dresser for four years, a fact that explained why her hands were always stained with the dust of other people’s lives. She stood now in the damp basement of Karel’s archive, the stone floor slick with condensation, holding a shard of black glass that hummed against her palm like a live wire. The object was warm, then cold, then warm again, a cycle...

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