The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was in the middle of the strike, my knuckles wrapped around the hilt of a baton that felt less like a tool and more like an extension of my own fractured wrist. The figure before me was large, draped in the heavy, synthetic wool of the High Council’s inner circle. His face was obscured by a mask of polished...

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