The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I counted the drops into the glass vial, three for the cough, two for the fever, one for the peace. My hands shook, not from the cold, but from the weight of the last three coppers I had earned that morning, enough for a loaf of bread but not enough to buy silence. Outside, the wind gnawed at the shutters of Oakhaven, a sound like dry leaves scraping across a stone floor. I was thirty years...

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