The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You stand at the edge of the obsidian cliff, the wind tearing at the hem of your tunic, and you watch the last of the caravan disappear into the gray mist below. It is a strange thing to feel relief when you have just been betrayed by the only person who ever looked at you with kindness, but you feel it, a cold and clean sharpness in your chest that replaces the dull ache of loyalty. You are...

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