The Faded Ruin
Chapter One "You're late. The lorry has been reversing for an hour." I looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet on the entry for the insulin cooler, borrowed from the warehouse store. The paper smelled of damp wool and old grease, a scent that clung to the walls of the retirement village like a second skin. Outside, the north light did not set. It hung there, a pale, indifferent sheet...
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