The Faded Ruin
Chapter One The needle held its breath against the wool, a thin steel point trembling in the grey light of the workshop. Tegan Bevan worked with the steady, mechanical rhythm of a man who had forgotten how to stop, his fingers bleeding onto the lining of the coat as he stitched the tear closed. The air in the room was thick with a low, static hum, a sound like a radio tuned between stations,...
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