The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The heavy oak doors of the High Hall groaned open, not with the sharp snap of a lever but with the slow, laborious exhalation of a beast waking from a long slumber, and you stepped into the chill that clung to the stone walls like a second skin. The air here tasted of iron filings and old incense, a cloying perfume that seemed to settle in the back of your throat, choking the breath before it...

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