The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate did not creak. It whispered. A dry, metallic hiss against the rusted stone. I stood before it, my hand resting on the cold bar. The metal bit into my palm. Pain was a familiar companion. It grounded me. Here, in the shadow of the High Spire, pain was the only currency that mattered. The air was thick. It smelled of ozone and old blood. I was a Warden of the Silence. My duty was to...

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