The Faded Ruin
The tower stood in the center of the town square, a slab of grey concrete that had not been painted in decades. It was the only structure in Oakhaven that did not look like it belonged to the earth, rising vertically with a stubbornness that mocked the flat, muddy fields surrounding it. Elias Vane sat on the cold stone steps at its base, his uniform crisp but ill-fitting, the brass buttons...
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