The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The obsidian gates of the Reclamation Zone did not open so much as they exhaled, a slow, tectonic groan that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my shins, marking my arrival in the year 2041 with a silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath of a predator. I stood at the threshold, thirty-four years old and hollowed out by a grief that had...

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