The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The carriage wheels groaned against the iron rails as they carried Elias Thorne northward, toward the town of Oakhaven, where the air tasted of coal smoke and wet wool. He was a man of modest stature, his hands permanently stained with the indigo dust of the dyes he had spent thirty years mastering, a testament to a life spent in the quiet, rhythmic labor of the loom. Beside him, resting on the...

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