The Faded Ruin
"Did you find it?" The voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the cave like a dry twig against stone. Elias did not turn. His back was to the entrance. The light outside was a pale, bruised purple, the color of a dying sky. He looked down at his hands. They were caked in red dust. The soil of the Wastes had a way of getting into everything. It found the creases of the palms. It...
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