The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Three hundred and twelve hours left before the winter rains turn the clay foundation to soup. You count them on your fingers, the joints swollen and stiff, a cartilage map of your own decline. The city of Ostra hangs above you, a tangle of rusted iron and grey stone, breathing its damp, metallic breath. You are Elias, forty-two, and you are the only one who knows how to hold the Old Aqueduct...

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