The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wind in the Cragg was a living thing, old and hungry. It stripped the bark from the pines and tasted the salt on the stone. Aldous walked. His boots were heavy. The leather was stiff with cold. He carried a staff. The wood was ash. It was smooth under his palm. He had held it for forty years. Now he held it for one last mile. The path was narrow. The mist was thick. It swallowed the world...

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