The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The sleet had hardened the road into a sheet of black glass, reflecting the grey sky in a way that made the path to the mine seem less like a journey and more like a fall. Isla MacBain, thirty-four and already worn down by the damp, walked the forty-two of the Tannery Steps with a stiffness in her joints that spoke of the cold seeping into her marrow. She carried the seal box, the lid loose,...

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