The Scribe of Ruins

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The wind here does not blow; it whispers. It whispers the names of cities that no longer exist and the titles of kings whose empires have been ground into fine, white dust. I am the Last Scribe. I live in the shadow of the Great Spire, a jagged tooth of steel and glass that marks the center of the Dead Zone. My life is a simple one. I wander the wastes, searching for fragments of the Old World....

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