The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink in the vial was not black, but a deep, bruised violet that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and Julian Vane held his breath as he watched the symbol dissolve into the damp parchment. He was alone in the archive, a subterranean chamber within the Ministry of Records, where the air tasted of mildew and the faint, metallic tang of ozone. The walls were lined with shelves...

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