The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in Cell 4B tasted of rust and damp wool. I sat on the stone floor, my back against the cold wall, and held the heavy iron key in my hands. It was not a key to a door, but to the lock mechanism of the gate itself, a tool of control that now felt like a dead weight, a relic of a life I had forgotten. My fingers, raw and chafed from the stone, traced the intricate teeth of the metal. This...

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