The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ferry engines at slack had a sound like a bone grinding against stone, a low, persistent thrum that Abdi Tesfaye had learned to tune out in the years he spent watching the water from the pier at forty-two of NineElm Crossing, a place that did not exist on any map but existed in the marrow of his memory. He remembered the smell of the wet wool, the specific grit of the sand under his...

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