The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast was not for food. It was for silence. Candlelight trembled on the vaulted ceiling of the great hall. The air smelled of beeswax and old stone. Edric sat at the head of the long oak table. He was a man of few words. His hands rested on the wood. They were rough. They were still. Around him, the others ate. They spoke in low, urgent tones. They argued about the boundary lines. They...

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