The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in New London did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a sky of bruised iron, a constant, wet suffocation that seeped into the bones of the city and the minds of its inhabitants. Elias Thorne sat in his study, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, staring at the walls that were slowly bleeding their color away. He was a man of few words and many theories, a scholar of...

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