The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron cuffs biting into my wrists felt less like metal and more like the cold fingers of a lover who had finally decided to let go. I stood in the center of the Obsidian Hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, while the High Justicar raised the gavel. The stone floor was inlaid with veins of silver that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light, a heartbeat of the machine that...

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