The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast hall smelled of roasted pork and wet ash. Mara sat at the high table, her hands folded in her lap. They were steady. They had to be. Around her, the Guild Masters ate with the slow, deliberate grace of men who believed they owned the air in the room. Candles flickered against stone walls carved with the sigils of the Order. The light was amber and thick. It coated everything in a...

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